Wolf Head Mountain.
Within Huai Mo's dojo atop the mountain, in a spacious main hall with red walls and golden tiles, the sound of Go stones falling rang out from time to time. Daoist Huai Mo sat cross-legged beside a board, his face bearing a relaxed and cheerful expression.
Sitting opposite him was Zi Luan. The two had known each other for over a thousand years. Back then, Huai Mo had also been introduced to Wang Ping by Zi Luan. Yet who could have imagined that, as times changed, Huai Mo had now reached the threshold of advancing to the Fourth Realm?
"Back then, you told me to follow Prefect Changqing in attacking True Sun Mountain. You said my future might well lie with Prefect Changqing. I never expected your words to become prophecy."
Daoist Huai Mo spoke casually, not the least bit nervous despite being on the verge of advancement.
Zi Luan's right hand, which had been about to place a stone, paused slightly. He then raised his eyelids to look at Daoist Huai Mo and said, "That was so long ago that I can barely remember it."
Only then did he place the stone in his hand.
Daoist Huai Mo glanced at Zi Luan, promptly set down another stone, and said, "You are still the same. On the surface, you seem broad-minded and free-spirited, but in truth, you calculate every last detail. After all these years, have you still not adjusted your state of mind?"
Zi Luan's right hand halted over the stone box. Then he withdrew it, flicked his sleeve robe, and said, "You are right. I calculate too much, and it has instead cost me my sharpness to forge ahead."
Daoist Huai Mo leaned sideways against his chair and said, "Prefect Changqing pushed you into the