His Majesty the Immortal Emperor parted his thin lips slightly, his tone subtle and difficult to fathom. A nearly inaudible breath seemed to linger at the end of his words.
On this battlefield where prodigies vied for supremacy and fortunes fought to the death, these three were a refreshing stream with all the force of a mudslide.
"It seems I was too attached to appearances."
Yun Huang finally shook his head, his cold anticipation of seeing "young eagles spread their wings" gradually giving way to amusement.
His gaze swept over the three pieces on the Go board whose auras were faintly linked, lingering on one in particular.
"Very well. Before this storm sweeping across the heavens descends in full, I shall let you 'make friends' as you please."
He picked up another piece and placed it on the cosmic game board. At its edge, the sturdy little triangle formed by three pieces radiated a gentle, tenacious light, utterly unlike the sharp, bloodthirsty menace surrounding it.
On the platform, the strange tranquility did not last long.
As small and midsized sects and aristocratic clans from the Eastern Region and Northern Region, and even some formidable groups of rogue cultivators, appeared one after another at the platform's edge, complicated ripples began to disturb the stalemate in which the three prodigies got along harmoniously while the major powers exchanged false smiles and held their positions.
Upon arriving, they looked at the three prodigies in the center of the platform who were "neglecting their proper business," then at the various factions' fortunes still mindlessly colliding overhead as though merely going through the motions. Disbelief appeared on every face.
A disciple from a midsized Northern Region faction could not help transmitting his voice to his group's leader, his tone full of bewilderment. "Senior Brother, have