"Others might not be able to, but for you, Lin Qiye, nothing was impossible... You had always been like this." An Qingyu spoke calmly.
"Acting across the River of Time was not a good thing for either you or me. I was not standing here to fight you. I merely wanted to remind you of something."
Sure enough, this seed for a time-spanning meeting, planted long ago, had been activated by An Qingyu himself.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly.
"What?"
"The Chess Game between you and me had not yet ended." An Qingyu spoke slowly.
The Chess Game?
As if recalling something, Lin Qiye turned to look at the chessboard behind him. A black scalpel had been driven into the very center of it, shattering the board into countless fragments. The black and white pieces had been jolted off the board, leaving a complete mess.
The pieces on the board had originally been an exact recreation by Lin Qiye of the game he had played against An Qingyu in the Lovecraftian Creature nest. Now, An Qingyu's single strike had destroyed the entire game...
Lin Qiye's gaze kept shifting between the shattered chessboard and the pieces scattered around it. His brows were tightly furrowed, as though he were pondering something.
What exactly was An Qingyu trying to convey by going to such lengths to connect across time and say these words to him?
The Chess Game was not over yet, and then what?
An Qingyu's words were far too cryptic. Several hidden meanings flashed through Lin Qiye's mind, yet he had no idea which one reflected An Qingyu's true intentions...
To be honest, Lin Qiye did not know what relationship existed between An Qingyu and the Key of Doors. But judging from An Qingyu's actions, the time deception probably had not been