In the game, Wang Yi and Jordan stood on a floating island.
Unlike the other floating islands, theirs was perfectly flat.
A plastic court lay beneath their feet.
All around them, green grass spread out like a carpet.
Among the grass were wildflowers in red, white, yellow, and purple.
A stream flowed in from the left sideline, passed beneath the court, and emerged on the right.
Not far away, two deer stared straight at Wang Yi and Jordan, heads raised and necks stiff with wariness. It seemed that if either man so much as moved, the deer would bolt at any moment.
Just then, two cranes flew in from the sky, beating their wings.
Between them, they carried a net bag in their beaks, with a basketball inside.
They flew to a spot above Wang Yi and Jordan. One crane loosened its beak, tilting one side of the net bag down, and the basketball rolled out.
It bounced after hitting the court.
The ball wasn't the usual orange, nor was it black, white, or multicolored.
Instead, it was painted with an ink-wash landscape.
Just seeing the ball got the fans excited. "No way! An ink-wash basketball! Combining sports with Chinese ink painting—I love it!"
"I studied traditional Chinese painting, and I've always loved ink-wash art. I love playing basketball too. I'm obsessed with this ball!"
"Where can I get one?"
In fact, merchandise for Wang's Game was already ready to go on sale.
The ink-wash basketball was among the items.
And at 168 yuan, it wasn't very expensive at all—a real bargain.
Even if nothing else, the words "the same basketball Brother Yi used" made it worth every penny.
Of course, the game's visual designs had already been patented.
Mitchell was a shrewd businessman. As soon as he realized Wang's