Xuan Cheng immediately glared in fury. "Benefactor Song, I solved the Zhenlong Chess Game. So many people outside witnessed it with their own eyes. How could it possibly be faked?" Having just had his fear of Myriad Swords Returning to Origin stirred up again outside, he no longer sounded as arrogant as before. Though enraged, he did not dare curse again.
Song Qingshu said blandly, "I have seen your intelligence and ingenuity before. You are absolutely not capable of solving the Zhenlong Chess Game."
"You!" Xuan Cheng's face flushed crimson. He wished he could leap up and tear the other man apart, but their previous clash had left too deep an impression on him, and his injuries had yet to fully heal. If he acted rashly, he would only be throwing his life away. His own life was a small matter; the plans of the entire temple were what mattered.
"And this young master is?" Wuyazi could not help looking at Song Qingshu. Seeing someone of Xuan Cheng's martial skill and lofty status within Shaolin being left speechless by a young man, he became immensely curious about Song Qingshu's identity.
Seeing his handsome features and, more importantly, the unhurried, detached air he carried as he stood there, Wuyazi silently praised him. A person like this would be the ideal successor to the Xiaoyao School. It was a pity he had not solved the Zhenlong Chess Game...
"I am Song Qingshu. Greetings, Senior Wuyazi." Song Qingshu bowed. Whether by age or through his connection to Li Qingluo, Wuyazi deserved such respect.
"Oh, so you are the Golden Snake King who has risen to fame in recent years." Wuyazi was somewhat surprised. Over the years, he had painstakingly searched for a successor to avenge himself against Ding Chunqiu, so he naturally paid