Central Wilderness, Mistveil Peak.
Feng Xu and Fang Daoyun sat at stone platforms on opposite sides.
Old Fang still took black and moved first.
Their opening patterns were almost fixed; only Yun Tian occasionally tried a different approach.
"Human Ancestor, your style is wonderfully varied. Coming up with so many ways to play makes you a rare talent."
"I still lose more than I win. I'm no match for you, Old Fang."
Yun Tian pursed his lips. With the World-Cleansing White Lotus and the Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler aiding him, his Primordial Spirit was considerably stronger than those of most cultivators at his cultivation level.
By rights, his calculating ability should have overwhelmed Fang Daoyun, who was only a True Immortal. Yet he still lost more games than he won.
"You flatter me, Human Ancestor. You persuaded the commanders to migrate so easily, then turned the Witches from enemies into friends. Such methods are truly admirable."
Fang Daoyun played at an unhurried pace. His moves seemed casual, but every one was solid.
"Old Fang, why don't you come serve as my adviser? That would make my life a little easier."
"You honor me, Human Ancestor, but this old man is too advanced in years to move. I can only spare some time to play Go with you."
"Who are you trying to fool? True Immortals can live for hundreds of thousands of years. You might look old, but you're practically a child. You still have plenty of years to squander."
"Human Ancestor, seeing through something doesn't mean you have to say it aloud."
"All right, all right. Come or don't. Suit yourself."
The two fell silent, leaving only the sound of stones being placed.
After a few moves, Old Fang suddenly asked, "Now that the great undertaking has succeeded, why