The Military Saint gazed into the distance for a long time. Li Tianlei's voice came from beside him. "Master, Martial Nephew really resembles you in many ways, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he resembles me in some respects. But in many others, he does not. Do you know what your master thinks? What gratifies me most is not the part where he resembles me. On the contrary, it is the part where he does not!"
The words were obscure, yet Li Tianlei understood.
The world knew of his master's greatness.
Yet for the past thousand years, his master had been so deeply stifled.
The traits Martial Nephew shared with his master were the foundation that allowed them to stand shoulder to shoulder.
But the traits Martial Nephew did not share with his master were the foundation that allowed him to carve out a path entirely different from his master's...
The Military Saint did not want this young man to resemble him too much!
Yes, he did not want that!
Lin Su did not leave the Third Heaven. He descended beneath a mountain peak.
This mountain was rather peculiar. A mountain and a river, a peak and a path—it resembled a chessboard. At its summit stood two enormous boulders, like black and white chess pieces. This was the Chess Capital.
The Chess Capital, the city of the Chess Saint. The Chess Saint had entered sainthood through chess, and his city was likewise steeped in the essence of the Chess Dao.
Lin Su bowed. "Lin Su of Changxing seeks an audience with the Chess Dao Saint Venerable. Might the Saint Venerable grant me a meeting?"
His voice was gentle, inaudible across the mountain peak. Yet the soft sound waves rose directly to the summit and gently spread within the white stone.
Within the stone