The rain in Jiangzhou City fell ceaselessly, while inside the great hall, the coarse cloth that had been covering the Taoist Ancestor's statue finally fluttered down, revealing the white-haired, elder Taoist sitting quietly there, devoid of any signs of life. In front of him, there was a chessboard, and at the other end of the board, the Taoist Sect remained silent for a long time.
He laid down the chess piece he was holding.
Simply saying:
"What a pity."
The wind blew over, and the young Taoist Zhui Yue sat there, with strands of white, cloud-like qi emanating from his body. Then, the young Taoist fell backwards, beginning to snore soundly in sleep. A man with his left hand behind his back and holding an umbrella, stood up fluidly, ethereal and otherworldly, gazing upon Zu Wenyuan's body.
The voice of the Taoist Sect was still cold but sighed:
"That game, you have solved."
