It was a chess manual accompanied by a passage.
The words were undoubtedly left by the Grandmaster, but it seemed to have been left in ancient times, unknown to Jian Wushuang.
The content was straightforward—do not disgrace the content on the chess manual, comprehend and decipher the endgame on the chessboard, and gain corresponding inheritances and treasures.
Jian Wushuang only glanced at it and didn't pay much attention.
However, an image appeared on it.
It was the scene of the Three Kings Court.
In the dim sky, a giant hand reached in.
It was Fuego!
It seemed to record the fall of the Three Kings.
Jian Wushuang shook his head; it was just a fleeting illusion with nothing worth reminiscing.
It was time to leave.
