Within Old Peach Residence.
Fang Yun and Zong Moju had played against each other for a long while without exchanging a single word.
After Fang Yun conceded his tenth consecutive game, he stopped, walked to the entrance of the pavilion, and gazed beyond the mountains.
"In the Way of Go, I am far inferior to you." With his hands behind his back, Fang Yun looked over the peach forest halfway up the mountain.
"The Myriad Worlds do not test Go."
Zong Moju tossed down the white stone in his hand and looked toward the other side of the pavilion.
In his eyes drifted the mountain wind of April, while fallen blossoms rained down.
Fang Yun stood with his back to Zong Moju. Only after a long while did he speak.
"Since returning to Sacred Origin, I have never gone to Ning'an."
The peach blossoms in Zong Moju's eyes dimmed by three parts.
Fang Yun gazed down the mountain, his eyes falling upon the black Barbarian-Slaying Sword.
The Kunlun Sword Formation remained to this day.
"Outside Ning'an City, Sage Chen must be sacrificed to."
Once Fang Yun finished speaking, heaven and earth rumbled.
A streak of red dawn appeared from nowhere, piercing through the skies above Qing Kingdom and Jing Kingdom.
Like a wound upon the blue heavens.
The mountain wind in Zong Moju's eyes turned hazy.
After a long while, Zong Moju slowly said, "Uniting the Barbarian Race against the demons has been the strategy of the sages throughout the ages. Uniting the apes against the demons is also a proper path."
The world in Fang Yun's eyes became illusory, all things reconstructing themselves. He slowly said, "After I descended into this world, you were all wrong."
Zong Moju's body trembled. He slowly asked, "How do you intend to deal