The Ji Family people were leaving, and Jiang Lin immediately made his way to the old master's study.
Upon entering, he saw the old master staring at the empty chessboard, lost in thought, his wrinkled face expressionless as if he had stepped into the chess game himself.
In this chess game that seemed to have no opponent, yet was filled with opponents.
Jiang Lin stood at the doorway, unsure whether to enter or not.
After a long while, the old master spoke coldly and indifferently, "Has the result come out?"
"Yes," Jiang Lin began, pursing his lips, contemplating how to minimize Jiang Sinan's crimes.
But before he could come up with a satisfactory explanation, the old master asked, "It has nothing to do with Phoenix Platform?"
Jiang Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he stiffly replied, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, the old master let out a cold snort.
A flicker of disdain quickly passed over his aged face.
His gaze remained fixed on the chessboard.
