Within this earthly paradise,
cloud and mist unfurled like gauze, winding around layer upon layer of peaks. The entire mountain seemed to float above the Nine Heavens Above.
A bamboo pavilion hung alone amid the cliffs. The emerald hue of green bamboo mingled with ethereal immortal mist, like a flowing ink-wash painting.
At this moment,
beneath that mountain bamboo pavilion,
Elder Mu sat opposite Qingyun Lady, with a game board laid out before them.
Qingyun Lady held the white pieces, while Elder Mu held the black. Amid the crisscrossing black and white, there seemed to be the order of stars in motion. Every piece flowed with Dao intent, as though the entire universe had been condensed within this tiny square!
Had anyone below the Mysterious Pill realm been present, a single glance would likely have seized all their attention. Their soul would have sunk into the board from then on, unable to break free!
Yet at this time,
both their minds had already left the game.
It appeared
that this match had already come to a close.
Beside the board at this moment,
the purple clay teapot atop the stone stove burbled softly. White steam curled upward, carrying the crisp fragrance of tea over the pavilion railing, where it entwined with the mountain mist.
Each of them cradled a cup and took light sips. The faint clink of teacups against the stone table became the only sound in this silent immortal realm.
"Senior Brother Mù Gān, there is something your junior sister does not understand. I would like to seek your guidance."
Qingyun Lady spoke first, her gentle voice like water breaking the deathly stillness.
"Feel free to speak, Junior Sister. So long as I know, I will not conceal it."
"Senior Brother, I wish to know why the Immortal