Capital City · Daoist temple
The night wind blew, and raindrops pattered down in a clamorous torrent. Though the windows were tightly shut, damp gusts still seeped inside.
The lantern was unaffected. Perhaps its gauze was unusually thin; the little chess room was brightly lit.
The room was very quiet. Beneath the bright candlelight, an unfinished game of Go lay on the board. The old monk Wenru sat to one side, his eyes lowered to the board, seemingly lost in contemplation.
Liu Zhan sat opposite him, apparently gazing beyond the doorway into the distance. His eyes held a complicated look, whether sorrow, worry, or something else mingled with them, no one could tell.
"Ah, how could divination possibly pry into the secrets of heaven?"
A moment later, Liu Zhan sighed. "Difficult, far too difficult! The Capital City's fortune is a tangled mess, a knot of hemp that cannot be unraveled. There is no way to see it clearly."
It turned out that Liu Zhan had been absorbed in calculating precisely these things, hoping to gain a clear view.
"With the situation so complicated, do you still intend to keep playing, fellow cultivator?" Liu Zhan asked the monk opposite him.
Smiling, Wenru picked up a black stone and placed another move. "Once a stone is placed, there are no regrets. Since this humble monk has entered the game, I shall certainly have none."
Hearing this, Liu Zhan turned to Bian Xuan, who stood in attendance nearby. "Bian Xuan, what do you think?"
Bian Xuan calmly pressed his palms together and replied, "This humble monk feels the same."
Seeing this, Liu Zhan sighed inwardly. The Brahma Sect truly does have something to it. After surviving so many tribulations, Bian Xuan has probably made great strides in his cultivation.
Settling back into his