After saying that, Yi Feng's mouth twitched. He was utterly unmoved.
Of course, at first, it wasn't as though Yi Feng hadn't wondered whether this fellow might be some reclusive master cultivating in secret.
But after spending so much time around him, Yi Feng had long since dismissed that notion.
What reclusive master would look like this? Shouldn't they roam above the clouds, lofty and untouchable?
He simply assumed that the man had been an unappreciated youth with dreams of cultivation, and the passing years had failed to strip away that chuunibyou air.
It was only chuunibyou behavior, after all.
Yi Feng could understand. Who hadn't gone through such a phase?
In his past life, after watching too many martial arts films, he had carved bamboo into the shape of a longsword and carried it on his back. Whenever he drew it, he would hack the foxtail grass by the door of his grandmother's countryside home to bits, all while supplying his own sound effects.
Of course, someone still being chuunibyou at such an advanced age was indeed a rare sight.
Yi Feng then went inside and carried out a small table, with a set of homemade Chinese chess pieces in his hands.
As a native-born Yanhuang man, how could he possibly not bring this essence of their culture to another world? Besides, it was one of the few things Yi Feng had to while away the time.
The reason he had come to know Old Man Wu was also because Old Man Wu had happened to pass by while Yi Feng was teaching an old neighbor how to play Chinese chess, and had taken a tremendous interest in it.
From then on, whenever he came looking for Yi Feng, it was for no other reason than to play Chinese chess.
Beyond the street, the autumn wind was bleak and desolate.
Before long, a fine drizzle began to fall, dripping from the eaves with a pitter-patter. Beside the table on the steps sat one old man and one young man.
One wore white robes.
The other wore a straw rain cape.
Though wind and rain brushed gently against them, the two remained as still as mountains, their eyes fixed firmly upon the chessboard.
"To be honest, at the beginning, I thought you and I were on the same level," Old Man Wu said as he placed a chess piece, lifting his eyes at the same time.
"Heh heh."
Yi Feng merely smiled without speaking.
"But after observing you carefully, I find I still can't see through you," Old Man Wu said again, frowning.
"Of course you can't see through me." Yi Feng smiled, a meaningful glint flashing across his face. At the same time, his cannon slid down soundlessly. He felt rather pleased with himself. How could Old Man Wu possibly see through his arrangement? In a few more moves, he would have him in check.
Yi Feng's words made Old Man Wu furrow his brow.
Because it did not sound like empty boasting.
Especially that self-satisfied look on Yi Feng's face—it was utterly natural, as though it were only to be expected.
Could he really be stronger than me?
Old Man Wu felt somewhat stifled. Perhaps he had no attachments whatsoever to other things, but in this situation, with two people of equal standing, it was hard not to feel a trace of competitiveness.
No.
He quickly dismissed the thought.
The world was vast beyond measure, and there were countless cultivation techniques and secret arts. It would not be strange if Yi Feng had cultivated some technique that prevented others from seeing through his cultivation.
Just because he could not see through him did not mean Yi Feng was truly inferior to him.
"Brother Yi, those words of yours sound rather smug." Old Man Wu smiled as the chess piece in his hand captured one of Yi Feng's horses. After taking away Yi Feng's piece, he added meaningfully, "Even if I can't see through you, I still think we're on the same level."
"That may not be so."
Yi Feng still looked completely confident. So what if Old Man Wu had taken one of his horses? How could that put them on the same level? Little did Old Man Wu know that Yi Feng had deliberately let him take that horse. With only one more move, he would have him in check.
Seeing the confident expression on Yi Feng's face, Old Man Wu's heart trembled again.
Could he really be stronger than me?
Otherwise, why was he so confident?
But if such a person truly existed, he would never have remained an unknown nobody in the cultivation world. Why had I never heard of him?
Yi Feng placed the chess piece in his hand, smiling as he stretched lazily. Only after his mind withdrew from the game did he realize it had become a little cold. He then went inside and brought out his little sun heater.
He gently set it beneath the table.
Old Man Wu's eyes suddenly widened, and his body could not help but tremble.
This was?
The Flame Bead?
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