After Hu Cuihua finished speaking, she suddenly realized she had gotten a little carried away.
She immediately reined in her earlier manner and looked at the young woman uneasily.
She could only hope this walking calamity would not take offense...
A long while passed.
Jiang Yuechu gave a slight nod.
There was nothing wrong with what this Tiger Demon had said. In fact, it coincided perfectly with her own thinking.
Putting herself in his shoes.
If she entered the Chessmaster Realm one day and condensed a life-preserving Central Palace like that...
Would she put it in Chang'an, in the Great Tang?
Absolutely not.
True, Chang'an was the place she knew best at present.
But it was far too conspicuous. The tallest tree caught the fiercest wind.
If anyone set their sights on the Great Tang, Chang'an would always be the target at the heart of the storm.
Putting one's fatal weakness right in the bull's-eye meant one could not die fast enough.
She would most likely find some godforsaken place where not even birds bothered to shit, somewhere no one could find, dig a hole, and bury her Central Palace securely. Ideally, even she would occasionally forget where it was.
If even someone like her, who disliked convoluted schemes, would do that, what about those Supreme Seats of Dao Orthodoxies who had lived long enough to become old foxes?
Thinking of it that way, much of the simmering anger in Jiang Yuechu's heart dissipated.
So he had escaped. Fine.
He was nothing more than an old bastard who hid behind the scenes, playing mysterious tricks with a few lousy chess pieces.
She had shattered his Dao Chess and avatar with one punch today. If he dared show his face another day, she would simply kill him again.
As long as