"If you had been the one deciding who the Sixth Continent belonged to back then, what would you have done?" Elder Chan asked, standing with his back to Lu Yin and gazing at the boundless white expanse.
Lu Yin was puzzled. "This junior doesn't understand."
Elder Chan came back to himself. The ground shifted, and a stone rose up and transformed into a chessboard. "Do you know how to play chess?"
"Not very well," Lu Yin said. "I'm no match for you, Senior."
Elder Chan sat cross-legged on the ground without a care for his image, casually taking out a chess piece and placing it on the board. "Then just play casually."
Lu Yin sat cross-legged as well and made his move.
"This was a game of Go. The difference in skill could be determined after only a few simple moves. Lu Yin did not understand the way of chess, but he was a cultivator after all, and calculating hundreds or thousands of moves in an instant was normal. In truth, playing chess was meaningless for cultivators like them. If one side wanted to win, it relied on more than chess skill—it also relied on mental calculation."
"If it were this junior, I would rather give the Technology Starfield to the Sixth Continent," Lu Yin said. He had considered this question before. He had always regarded the Outer Universe as his territory and had never abandoned the intention of driving the Sixth Continent away.
"If we wanted to drive the Sixth Continent away, the Technology Starfield would be our first choice. We had no other option—the Giant Beast Starfield was too far away."
Elder Chan was not surprised. The Fifth Continent had only a few places it could offer. "The Technology Starfield won't let the Sixth Continent establish a foothold