Compared to Xu Kun exhausting himself with pointless effort inside the chess formation, Zhang Guanqi outside it appeared so leisurely and composed.
He sat cross-legged in the air, occasionally reaching out to move chess pieces in midair.
When he saw Xu Kun break into the Nine Palace Grid, seemingly capable of breaking the formation, only for all the pieces he had slaughtered to revive once more, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Guanqi actually failed to gain the upper hand in a chess match and had to use a killing formation to deal with his opponent!"
Someone took a seat beside Lord Dong.
Lord Dong nodded. "Xu Kun isn't skilled at chess. The reason he was able to end the game in a draw with Guanqi was because he borrowed someone else's strength!"
The man nodded. "I sensed it too. That soul feels somewhat familiar!"
Lord Dong turned and gave him a strange look.
"What is it?" the other man asked suspiciously.
Lord Dong smiled. "Nothing!"
He secretly chuckled. Of course it felt familiar—it was that unconventional, tragically fallen beauty from your Li Family!
"Lord Dong, does Xu Kun borrowing someone else's power to play against Guanqi violate the rules?"
Hearing this, Lord Dong pondered briefly before shaking his head.
"Brother Kui, we hold high positions. How can we rigidly cling to the rules?"
But the other man disagreed. "A clan cannot be governed without laws. We hold important offices, and our responsibility is to select the worthy and capable. Rewards and punishments must be clear. If everyone acted this way, what would rules even mean?"
Hearing him make such a serious issue out of it, Lord Dong smiled faintly and asked, "Brother Kui oversees the affairs of the Demon Hall and is indeed a man of