Beyond Soaring Cloud Peak stretched rolling green mountains.
Over the years, as the Ye Family developed, some spirit mountains had been stocked with Cloud-Horn Deer, while others raised spirit beasts such as Mountain-Devouring Rats and Dense Forest Pigs.
Whenever dawn broke, these spirit beasts would let out rumbling cries.
They clamored and fussed for food.
The Ye Family clansmen would ride spirit boats to visit them one by one, so at such times, the skies above Soaring Cloud Peak were exceptionally lively as well.
At that moment, a spiritual silhouette came flying over, heading straight for Soaring Cloud Peak.
Yet before it reached Soaring Cloud Peak, it abruptly changed direction and flew toward Taihang Marketplace.
However, it had not flown far before descending onto a mountain.
A purple pavilion stood atop the mountain.
Before the pavilion, a cultivator sat alone, placing chess pieces.
Seemingly sensing Ye Jingcheng's arrival, he waved him over.
"Since you're here, play a game with me!" This cultivator was none other than True Lord Ziming's avatar.
Ye Jingcheng was currently in the body of a flying puppet, so naturally he showed no fear and sat opposite him.
Yet the white pieces on the board were in terrible shape, practically trapped in a dead end, hemmed in by the black pieces beyond recognition.
True Lord Ziming's avatar, on the other hand, held the black pieces and had victory firmly in hand. Only a few more moves were needed to claim the game completely.
Ye Jingcheng glanced at True Lord Ziming and found him as calm as ever, as though he were seriously playing chess.
But this game was far too unfair.
For the white pieces, it was already a dead end.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your turn, little friend Ye!" Seeing that Ye Jingcheng had yet to