"Since the founding of Great Qin, which generation of our ancestors has ever produced a cultivator as stunning as Ying Si?"
The white-haired elder of the Supreme Daoist Sect stared at Ying Si, who stood in the void like an immortal or a god, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
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At this moment, within the cave heaven behind the mountains of the Supreme Daoist Sect,
a young Daoist with a lotus crown on his head sat before a black and white Go board, his serene pupils revealing a sense of vicissitudes washed by the ages.
He placed a black piece on the board.
Sitting opposite the Daoist was a kind and elderly monk with eyebrows that swept to the floor.
"Since the founding of Great Qin, which generation of our ancestors has ever produced a cultivator as stunning as Ying Si? What do you think, Daoist Huan?"
The monk's face carried an undissipating shock as he asked, unable to restrain himself.
