"Can a single word decide the affairs of the martial world?"
Li Fei froze for a moment. He had not expected Ye Ze'an to say that to him.
He lowered his head as well, helping the other man put away the chessboard while saying, "Actually, I don't care that much about whether I can control other people's fates."
"Oh?"
Ye Ze'an looked up at Li Fei. "Then it seems I underestimated Jing An, Marquis."
The movement of Li Fei's hands paused for a moment. He smiled.
His meaning was clear. He did not care whether he could control other people's fates, because what he cared about was controlling his own.
That had always been what he pursued in this life. It had never changed!
Ye Ze'an said he had underestimated Li Fei because, in his view, compared with controlling the fates of tens of millions of people, wanting to completely control one's own fate was actually even harder!
The two of them quickly returned all the pieces on the board to their boxes.
Ye Ze'an swapped the chess box at his side with Li Fei's, then picked up a black stone and placed it on the board, gesturing for Li Fei to continue with a second game.
Li Fei followed the host's wishes and took out a white stone as well, placing it on the board.
"Do you know which of the Martial Saints and True Lords in this world are Rogue Cultivators?"
Ye Ze'an chatted with Li Fei as he placed his pieces.
Li Fei thought for a moment. "Aside from the Three Fiends, it seems that only 'Sword Immortal' Ning Qingman is a Rogue Cultivator?"
"one Peak Expert, three Fiends, five True Lords, and seven Martial Saints"—these sixteen Peak Experts had been reduced to fifteen after the death