As the head of the Xianzhou's official hierarchy, Jing Yuan was someone Qingque absolutely dared not offend.
Green Pheobe had no such worries!
He was a Xianzhou native, true, but he now had a powerful backer. From now on, he would be following an Emanator.
To Qingque, Green Pheobe's arrogance at that moment really was utterly unrestrained.
She was even envious!
She wished she could play just as freely. If she beat the general, she could even speak a little louder from then on.
Unfortunately, she still needed this job.
Qingque could only rein herself in.
There appeared to be four people at the table, but in reality, only two remained on the battlefield where victory and defeat were contested.
Holding his tiles, the Doppelganger slowly played another one.
To Chu Mu, this game was, at its core, a battle of wits.
Qingque and Tingyun had voluntarily withdrawn from that battle.
Now, only he and Jing Yuan remained.
Jing Yuan's play was sharp, pressing forward at every turn with an almost overbearing aggression.
To Chu Mu, Jing Yuan at the table seemed like a general brimming with fighting spirit, charging into battle, his blade rising and falling without a moment's hesitation.
Compared with Jing Yuan in everyday life, the contrast was rather jarring.
Ordinarily, Jing Yuan seemed like a veteran general seated calmly at his desk, devising strategies that decided victories a thousand miles away.
This general, renowned for his cunning, possessed exceptional composure. Why did he seem like a different person at the table, so aggressive?
Chu Mu felt something was amiss.
Could he be trying to convey something to me?
Sure enough, this general had already guessed his Doppelganger's identity.
He was here specifically for Chu Mu!
Was this fierce, offensive style meant to tell him that