Several days later.
Great Qian, Yi Province, Hidden Dragon City.
The imperial palace was brightly lit. The war between Yan Province and Wan Province likewise held the attention of everyone in Great Qian.
In a side hall, Li Yixuan was playing Go with Wei Dan.
The area outside the side hall was already packed with ministers.
After placing a stone, Li Yixuan instinctively raised his head and glanced outside.
Although Wei Dan placed a stone, a streak of green light swept past, and the dragon-like chain of white stones on the board was instantly severed at the waist.
"Without indifference, one cannot make one's aspirations clear; without tranquility, one cannot reach far. A gentleman ought to be thus."
Wei Dan picked up several stones from the board, his voice drifting lightly into Li Yixuan's ears.
Li Yixuan immediately performed a Jishou Salute, his face full of shame. "This student has disappointed you, Mister Wei."
Wei Dan slowly raised his head and calmly regarded the dragon son of Great Qian before him. "You seem very concerned about the war between Yan Province and Wan Province."
Li Yixuan did not attempt to deny it. "Mister Wei, ever since Shang Jing was sealed away, Wan Province has become Great Yang's last orthodox bloodline. So long as the Red Eyebrow Army can destroy Great Yang, my Great Qian will become the true orthodoxy!"
"Mister Wei's arrangements are all the more worthy of this student's admiration. You laid down a move several years ago, and this single move has completely decided Great Yang's life and death."
Seeing Li Yixuan's excited expression, Mister Wei slowly rose to his feet. With his hands clasped behind his back, he glanced outside the hall and softly asked, "Your Highness, where do you think the true brilliance of this lies?"