"Forgive me! I disturbed you, brother Li!"
Wang Tengfei drew a deep breath, cupped his hands to Li Yu in salute, and hurried away.
In Wang Tengfei's eyes, the terrifying figure represented by that blood-red point of light had to be the person who took Yinglong's treasure. Naturally, it had nothing to do with Li Yu!
Wang Tengfei apologized to Li Yu and left, but he paid Meng Hao no attention at all!
Born into an extraordinary background, Wang Tengfei's innate arrogance made him look down on someone from humble origins like Meng Hao.
In fact...
Li Yu secretly sighed. Wang Tengfei, looking down on him is probably the main reason your fate will be so miserable.
Meng Hao's identity was anything but simple!
In the current Ninth Mountain Sea, he was the third incarnation of the direct descendant of the Fang Clan, the second great clan capable of contending with the Lord of the Mountain Sea, the Ji Clan.
"Come to think of it, Meng Hao is actually quite miserable too!"
Li Yu watched Meng Hao placing stones across from him and secretly shook his head.
Meng Hao had swindled countless people along his path, only to discover in the end that Shui Dongliu had swindled him, and Luo Tian had swindled him too.
That swindle had gotten Meng Hao's parents, wife, and a whole host of relatives and friends killed once, then revived, only to die once more.
Because of the Luo Tian Curse, not only had all his relatives and friends died, but even nearly everyone who had any connection to him had perished.
"Young man, since you and this poor daoist are rather compatible, I naturally have to lend you a hand!"
Li Yu smiled, picked up a chess piece, and set it on the board.