In the chaotic mist, An Qingyu's gray eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes, so what? Even after racking your brains to break the deadlock, weren't you still trapped in the game by me in the end?"
Hearing this, the figure beneath the maple tree fell silent. His hands, which had been clasped behind his back, slowly lowered as glimmers of light flickered from his palms.
He stared at the future An Qingyu and spoke grimly:
"Do you think that just because the River of Time lies between us, I can't kill you?"
"Perhaps others can't, but for you, Lin Qiye, nothing is impossible... You've always been like this," the future An Qingyu said calmly.
"Acting across the River of Time isn't a good thing for either you or me. I didn't come here to fight you. I only wanted to remind you of one thing."
"What?" the figure said calmly.
The future An Qingyu stared at him and spoke word by word:
"The Chess Game between you and me isn't over yet."
As his words fell, those gray, swirling eyes slowly closed, and he said no more.
At the far ends of the two Rivers of Time, the two figures stared at each other and fell briefly silent.
The figure beneath the maple tree narrowed his eyes as if deep in thought. Then, as though noticing something from the corner of his eye, he turned slightly to look.
A moment later, the figure snorted coldly and turned to walk deeper into the courtyard.
With a casual wave of his hand, the unknown domain supporting the two Rivers of Time gradually faded away. His voice drifted over, "You should find it easier than I do to deal with the mess here."
As the River of Time above Lin Qiye's head vanished, that figure