In the small courtyard,
that old fellow Fu Qiu had lingered for a while longer.
He'd played several games of Go with Luo Changfeng,
and after being brutally thrashed to the point of distaste,
that old fellow silently stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and slowly left the courtyard.
Disappearing from Luo Changfeng's sight.
"That old man's chess skills are still as bad as ever..."
"In fact, I think he might be even worse than that little girl Luo Wei?"
Luo Changfeng thought to himself.
Afterward, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head,
picked up the cup of hot tea that was placed on the stone table on his own.
He blew on it a few times,
and after the tea gradually cooled, he slowly drank down the contents of the cup in his hand.
"Now, with the White Brahma Temple, one of the three major demonic powers of the Buddhist realm on the Xuanyuan Continent, having joined the fray."
