He was the ruler of West Luo Heaven.
What was a ruler?
The person in charge of a branch division.
The Luotian Sect on West Mountain was not the Luotian Sect's headquarters, merely a branch division. The person in charge of a branch division was called its ruler.
And seated opposite him was a young man.
The young man wore purple robes, equally exquisite in every detail.
As Duan Wuque looked at the man before him, it was as though he were looking at his own son.
Yes, this young master was also a flawless man, almost perfectly inheriting every aspect of Duan Wuque's "flawlessness"... appearance, cultivation, wisdom...
Duan Wuque dearly wished this young master were his son.
Unfortunately, the young master before him did not wish for that.
Because his father was ten thousand times more formidable than Duan Wuque. His father was the chief Great Elder of the Heavenly Luo Sect!
His name was Ding Ziyi. Perhaps that was not his true name, but he liked purple robes, called himself Ding Ziyi to flaunt his wild freedom—so what?
Relying on his father's glory to arrive at this branch division, he might not have been quite the Crown Prince, but being the equivalent of a slightly lesser Prince was no problem.
Thus, the dignified ruler—this ruler entangled in a mountain of trivial affairs—had to set aside every urgent and non-urgent matter at hand to play chess with him here.
Suddenly, someone shot into the sky. Thud!
He knelt upon the mountainside platform. "Reporting to the ruler, a guest has arrived. He says his master was Venerable Luotian, and that he has come to join the sect and return to its fold in accordance with his master's final wish."
The white chess piece in Duan Wuque's hand froze in midair.