Several elderly men with graying temples and white hair began chattering away as soon as Yi Feng took his seat.
"Last time, I was a move short of victory. I refuse to accept that loss! After we eat, let's play another round!"
"Fine. This time, I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly," Yi Feng said with a smile and a nod.
The old man called A move short of victory looked embarrassed.
He knew Yi Feng's chess skills were superb, but he felt it was humiliating to lose to someone from the younger generation.
Fortunately, the townsfolk were simple and honest by nature. He bore no grudge in his heart; it was merely his desire to win acting up.
Another old man grabbed Yi Feng's hand and said, "I brewed some Corn Wine myself. When will Young Master Yi come by my home and take two jars back?"
Yi Feng cupped his hands in thanks. "All right, then I won't stand on ceremony."
The banquet was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.
The old men at the table all regarded Yi Feng as a friend who had transcended generations.
They all felt that Yi Feng was broad-minded, refined, and well-cultivated.
And so, the days passed one after another.
From time to time, old people in the town passed away; from time to time, babies came crying into the world.
Meanwhile, the battle that blotted out the sky and covered the earth above Shadow Island continued in full swing.
Every day, great numbers of people died on Shadow Island.
The long-absent sun and moon still did not appear, and the entire world remained shrouded in boundless darkness.
Before anyone realized it.
Everyone was shocked to discover that the blood moon had changed. It had become stranger, and even more scarlet.
It was