"Shui Wuhen, do you still remember the matter I made you promise when I taught you Life Transformation Nature and Learn from Heaven and Earth?"
Faced with Shui Wuhen's humble, pleading entreaty, the Sword God, holding a white stone, slowly pressed it onto a point amid the crisscrossing lines of the stone board.
In an instant, mist swirled over the board, revealing the wondrous sight of a vast, majestic divine sword tyrannically cleaving down upon an Azure Scaled Great Dragon. Only then did he finally speak.
The Sword God's voice was remarkably young, brimming with vigor and vitality, teeming with life. He did not sound like some antique relic putting on an act at all. Wan Tiancheng was greatly startled, while Shui Wuhen's eyes widened as well, as though he had thought of something unbelievable.
Ever since fleeing the Liao River battlefield, he had traveled at full speed in the form of a divine dragon, using his strongest lightness art, all to leave this land of trouble and strife as quickly as possible and consider his future path and next move.
Yet after twisting and turning every which way, he still could not leave this stretch of green mountains. Just as Shui Wuhen realized that someone had plotted against him, he sensed a familiar yet oppressive aura settling and surging throughout these vast mountains. At last, drawn here by an unseen sword intent, he met the foremost swordsman of the Nineteen Provinces—and the benefactor destined for him, the Sword God, Master Zhong.
When they met atop the peak, the Sword God was enveloped by formless thick mist, impossible to peer through. Sitting on opposite sides of the stone board, neither spoke a single word before they began placing stones and playing.
Thus, this was also the first time Shui Wuhen