My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Thousands of miles away, in Yanjing.

In front of an utterly ordinary little supermarket, two old men were fully absorbed in a game of Go.

Anyone who understood Go could tell that the white stones now held an absolute advantage.

One of them slowly said, "Old Li, your skills have slipped quite a bit!"

"No helping it. There've been too many little ghosts lately! This old man's been vexed!"

"They're only some vicious ghosts throwing their lives away. Is that really worth you getting upset over, Old Li? I heard that person has appeared again!"

The black stone in Li Changsheng's hand, though he had seemed calm and composed, had somehow turned to powder. How could that be something an old man could do?

"What happened back then was already ruthless enough. Are those people still unwilling to let him go?" Li Changsheng's voice carried deep anger and a faint helplessness.

"I know you're suffering inside. If he were still plain and unremarkable, then with your reputation, Old Li, of course you could suppress it. But from the look of things now, it isn't that simple!" Hu Wei stood up, leisurely patted his knees, then clasped his hands behind his back and slowly left the little supermarket.

"Since he disappeared for so long, why did he have to come back?" Li Changsheng shook his head helplessly and said with a pained expression.

The next moment, two figures suddenly appeared before Li Changsheng and said respectfully, "Family Head, distinguished guests have arrived! We hope you can take charge of the situation!"

"Hmph! Do those old things really think my grandson is theirs to knead however they like?"

At some point, all the white stones on the golden-thread sandalwood Go board had turned to powder.

Elsewhere, because Jiang Siming had poured his