An indescribable aura gave rise to a strange man.
The strange man was cloaked in an extremely dense indescribable aura. He slowly walked over to the Woodcutter and, amid the Woodcutter's desperate gaze, reached out and pressed his hand against the crown of the Woodcutter's head.
Chapter 1918: The Chessboard
Chapter 1918: The Chessboard
After the Woodcutter saw the strange man appear, his face instantly turned ashen, as though he had accepted some kind of defeat.
The Woodcutter allowed the strange man to press down on his head. In an instant, his body began to rapidly age.
Then the scene shifted. Wu Feng was still facing the old man across the chessboard, while the old man smiled faintly and looked up at Wu Feng, seemingly ignoring the Woodcutter.
As for the Woodcutter, he had already aged terribly. He struggled down from the stone stool, turned around, and looked at Wu Feng. The hatred that had made him want to kill Wu Feng was gone from his eyes. All Wu Feng could see was endless decline and desolation.
"Go on." The Woodcutter walked slowly and soon disappeared into the mist-shrouded bamboo forest.
The old man gestured to Wu Feng. Wu Feng naturally sat down in front of the chessboard, opposite the old man.
At this moment, the chessboard had been completely reset. There were no pieces on it.
Then Wu Feng saw the old man gesture toward him. Wu Feng looked to his right, where there was a jar of black pieces.
Clearly, black moved first.
Wu Feng picked up a black piece and pondered for a moment, but instead of placing it on the board, he put it back into the jar.
The old man's expression changed slightly. He looked at Wu Feng as if asking what he meant.
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