Chess Maniac Discussing the Dao

Qin Yi actually felt that he had cultivated quite diligently. It was not as if he spent all his time indulging in peach blossoms... Even when he had been playing chess in tacit accord with Zhao Wuhuai in the South Sea, he had spent several days studying the use of the soul and the Path of Time. An'an had been soft and fragrant at his side then, yet he had not touched her...

But for some reason, he did not dare say that aloud. He felt that if he did, his martial uncle would spit a faceful of saliva at him.

Alas, always bearing the misunderstandings of the world!

He sighed, conjured two cups, and filled one for Chess Maniac with Poetry Wine Drifting. "Martial Uncle, tell me honestly. Does our Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace know something?"

Watching him conjure the cups, Chess Maniac's eyes held a trace of surprise. "This trick of creating something from nothing is quite interesting. It has already touched upon the origin of the Dao."

"I could already do this at Huiyang, only what I made back then was rather crude. What I make now is more exquisite, as though it came from some famous kiln."

"From nothing to something—that is the most crucial step. What meaning is there in whether it is exquisite or not?"

Qin Yi nodded. "If it is some rather unusual treasure material, I seem able to create a little of the lower-grade stuff I have seen as well... But it appears to obey conservation of energy. It consumes a great deal of my own power, so I would not do it lightly."

Chess Maniac said, "At critical moments, this is the eye that breaks the deadlock."

Qin Yi kept a straight face. "That makes a lot of sense, but