"But now, with Buddhism's momentum strong, it's time for Da Yue to lend a hand to the Dao Sect, whether it's the east wind prevailing over the west or the other way around—that's not what we'd want to see, eh~"
The middle-aged literati smiled amiably as he placed a piece, unexpectedly slaughtering a large dragon belonging to the player of the black stones, the Commander of the Red Flame Army.
"Pah, what's this nonsense about great momentum!"
"Is Dragon Tiger Mountain under the impression that by not taking action, you won't lose, and if you don't lose, it means you win, and by never taking action, you keep on winning?"
"A man lives on his breath, and without that breath, how can he turn the tables? Always delaying, has Dragon Tiger Mountain risen? I think it's unlikely~"
"The once glorious Dao Sect now has no one to stand firm, how lamentable indeed."
