The Chessboard and the Chess Player: A Deduction Contest (3)

Qin Xing! Night Lion called out. It was easy to see that Qin Xing's condition had been a bit too good for some time now, and this was hardly a good phenomenon—especially since Night Lion had offered him a few pointers before. Qin Xing was no fool, of course he knew Night Lion was warning him, and he did harbor some sense of vigilance. Yet how could that state of sudden enlightenment feel so real, so real that he could not bear to let it go? Having practiced cultivation for centuries, wasn't this exact opportunity what he sought? Right now Qin Xing felt deeply conflicted. On one hand, he told himself to be careful, not to be deluded by illusions, intending to find the flaws within; on the other hand, it seemed that every time he found a problem, a corresponding perfect reason matched it. Under such circumstances, how could anyone verify the reality of the Demon Lord Huiyuan's contamination? Twisting and turning through it all, he felt he had sobered up, but that marvelous feeling at the critical threshold became increasingly real and credible. He regulated his vital breath, slowed his pace, and followed behind Night Lion and Feng Guang. Following their rhythm and arrangements, he steadfastly refused to stand out. This approach looked quite normal, but in reality, he still divided most of his attention into that marvelous state of sudden enlightenment. As long as he kept a clear head, it would be fine, right? This point was beyond what Night Lion could know, yet thousands of miles away, Gui Yan saw it as clear as day. Sure enough, all thoughts of taking chances were the enticements of the demons. Outside the chessboard, Gui Yan shook his head. At this moment, his understanding of the Demon Lord Huiyuan's