How could he find a world where time flowed at a different rate?
The clever Wenren Sheng naturally turned to the clever Little Illusion.
"Oh, that's easy. Let me ask Old Ai," Little Illusion agreed readily.
"Why have you been so obedient lately?" Wenren Sheng asked with satisfaction.
"I've always been very well-behaved!" Little Illusion rolled her big white eyes and emphasized, "I've always been like this, like this."
She had conveniently forgotten about Wenren Sheng beating her to tears...
"Mhm, mhm. My Little Illusion is the most well-behaved." Wenren Sheng nodded.
He had also conveniently forgotten that he had beaten Little Illusion. Extraordinary Memory failed when it came to things like this.
Half an hour later, he got the information he wanted.
"There's a world that can meet your requirements. It's called the world of Chess Samurai, I think? A thousand years pass there in the blink of an eye."
"Chess Samurai?"
Wenren Sheng suddenly thought of a Chinese chess television drama. Real people served as pieces, and before a piece could capture another, they had to fight. The winner killed the loser, which counted as a capture; the loser was captured.
So Go strength was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the martial prowess of the pieces.
Of course, the players also had to weigh their moves carefully. After all, the Chess Samurai had limited Internal Force. Powerful pieces could not use it recklessly, or they might end up unable to kill the opposing general.
How to trade pieces and how to preserve one's strength was far more troublesome than actual Chinese chess.
Still, whether it was truly that world would have to wait until he got there.
Somewhere on an open plain.
The sky was azure, and the earth was parched.
There