Fang Yin'ai appeared haughty, but those who knew him well understood that he was already being exceptionally polite to Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu's cultivation was sufficiently profound that even he could not see through it, so he had already restrained his usual manner somewhat.
But at heart, he did not think much of Celestial Xia cultivators. In truth, he looked down on all cultivators from the outer worlds.
Though he himself had come from an outer world, ever since he had thrown in his lot with Origin Xia and obtained a superior ritual implement, he had regarded himself as a thoroughgoing Origin Xia cultivator. Perhaps to sever himself from his former identity, he was exceptionally contemptuous toward all other outer-world cultivators.
In his view, there was no cultivating world more elevated than Origin Xia, and Origin Xia's Dao techniques were undoubtedly the loftiest among all worlds. Though what he cultivated was not Origin Xia's orthodox path, he had admired the higher Dao for many years and steeped himself in superior methods for a long time. He considered his horizons far above those outer-world cultivators, inferior only to Origin Xia cultivators.
With this game of Dao chess, he believed he could make Zhang Yu clearly discern the gap between the two.
Seeing him lay bare the yin and yang of the chess game, Zhang Yu also reached out, moved his pieces, and began to evolve his own Dao techniques.
Fang Yin'ai likewise arranged his pieces and laid out his Dao techniques. Then the two began to probe, clash, and contend with one another.
After exchanging several rounds with him, Zhang Yu found that this man indeed had grounds for his arrogance. Not only did he pursue a Dao of completeness, but among all those Zhang Yu had encountered since arriving in