After Wang Ping finished listening, he glanced at Lord Rongyang before he could speak, Yulian beside him said, "Fellow Daoist Rongyang's chess skills are poor to begin with. This method isn't fair."
Hearing this, Rongyang immediately looked over. Just as he was about to speak, Ao Bing across from him beat him to it. "How could I possibly be like you people, using your power to bully others? I gave up three stones in this game, and I'm playing white."
His tone brimmed with arrogance.
Yet Lord Rongyang did not find it embarrassing in the slightest. He cupped his fists toward Ao Bing and said with a cheerful smile, "Fellow Daoist, how noble of you. Why don't we start over? How about you give me five stones?"
Ao Bing's eyes widened, and for a moment, he could find no words to answer.
Yulian's eyes rolled as she was about to say something, but Cang Ji, acting as referee, spoke first. "The two of you should not let yourselves be distracted. This game concerns the outcome of this battle."
At this, Lord Rongyang cupped his fists toward Cang Ji. Though his chess skills were lacking, with Ao Bing having given him three stones and Rongyang holding black and moving first, he would not be slaughtered so thoroughly that he lost helmet and armor alike.
Ao Bing raised a brow and tightly shut his mouth as well.
Bu Qiong had already washed the tea leaves, and the fragrance of the plain tea grew even richer. At that moment, Wang Ping also caught a faint scent of honey. He heard Bu Qiong explain, "Although this tea uses the process for green tea, it undergoes smoking during production, which gives it a honey fragrance."
Yulian's eyes lit up. "Then I really must savor it