The two Half-Lords fell silent at that moment.
Yet time would not shift for his will.
Though their expressions had changed earlier, upon learning of this, not the slightest fear arose in their hearts.
Though Zhao Cheng had yet to make a move, some instinctive awareness had already convinced them that Zhao Cheng could easily resolve the problem before them.
Beyond that, a thought inevitably surfaced in their minds: in this world, was there really anything left that he did not know?!
On the other side, at the chessboard.
Zheng Yimeng's initially relaxed expression gradually turned serious. She discovered that the person across from her seemed to be growing stronger and stronger with every move.
In truth, the young man was equally astonished. He only felt that the more he played, the smoother it became. His mind seemed to grow more active with every move, thoughts gushing forth like a spring.
At last, Zheng Yimeng held a piece in hand but did not place it for a long while. At the same time, an uncomfortable feeling arose in her heart.
For some reason, she instinctively did not want to lose this game.
Indeed, the Empire's technology was formidable, but things of causality and destiny were too closely intertwined with life. In the end, they would still be sensed.
"I'll help you play."
Just then, a somewhat familiar voice rang out.
Zheng Yimeng froze, instinctively wanting to refuse. After all, who let someone else take over halfway through a chess game?
But the other party gave her no chance to refuse. Grabbing the back of her collar, he had already lifted her out of her chair.
???
!
Zheng Yimeng was stunned. She had never expected such a thing to happen.
But then she saw who had lifted her up, and