Qingyun Mountain, third floor of the Immortal Gathering Pavilion at the summit.
Huang Siyuan and Xu Ziyan sat facing each other. Black and white stones crisscrossed the white jade board between them, filling most of its spaces.
After sweeping her gaze across the board and realizing that the stone in her hand had nowhere left to fall, Huang Siyuan ultimately withdrew it.
As several white stones dropped, she had chosen to concede by throwing in her stones.
"Senior Sister is still the more skilled player. I've lost two rounds in a row today. Siyuan willingly admits defeat!"
"In terms of chess, Junior Sister Huang is not inferior to me in the slightest. You must be worried about Senior Brother Song and Qingyu, which is why I gained the advantage today.
"Rest assured, Junior Sister. Senior Brother Song's divine abilities have long been no weaker than those of a Half-step Spirit Transformation Cultivator.
"In this world, aside from those reclusive Spirit Transformation Old Monsters, I doubt anyone can keep him behind.
"Moreover, the sect received word the day before yesterday that Senior Chen of the Heavenly Imperial Sect seems to have arrived in the north.
"With Senior Chen there, no matter how overbearing the Demon Race may be, they likely will not gain any advantage."
Hearing Xu Ziyan's words of comfort, Huang Siyuan nodded slightly and turned her gaze out the window once more.
In the northern sky, the silver radiance phenomenon still hung in midair, strikingly conspicuous.
From afar, it looked as though the sky had been torn open for no reason, as if something terrifying were about to crawl out from within.
At the sight, Huang Siyuan, lost in thought, could not help but tremble slightly.
For no reason at all, unease rose within her.
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