Yun Qing had thought those old foxes of Heavenly Origin had already cultivated fathomless cunning and heaven-reaching mastery. Who knew that the one truly seated above the Go board, quietly watching the foxes flick their tails at one another, was still this ancestor of his?
Then again, when it came to longevity, who could compare with him?
Tsk. He had suffered for being young after all.
Yun Qing fell silent for a moment, but ultimately could not resist asking, "So, those factions that ran the fastest all have some?"
Holding his teacup, Yun Huang gently swirled aside the foam, his tone casual. "Not necessarily all of them."
Yun Qing had barely let out half a relieved breath when he heard him leisurely add, "But close enough."
Yun Qing: "..."
Fine. He might as well have said nothing.
He finally understood. Speaking had become an art form for this ancestor: he only ever revealed three-tenths, leaving the other seven-tenths for you to savor on your own. If you figured it out, you were clever. If you did not, your comprehension was lacking, and that had nothing to do with him.
Yun Qing simply sat down beside him, lightly tapping his knee with his fingers as a thoughtful glimmer rose in his double pupils.
The Azure Lotus Sword Sect, the Great Xia Ancient Dynasty, the Supreme Dao Sect, the Feng Clan, the Jiang Clan... which of these powers was not an ancient colossus standing above the clouds of the Heavenly Origin Continent?
Those sects and aristocratic clans had carried on their legacies for countless ages, their reserves unfathomably deep. Even their own direct descendants might not know everything hidden within their secret vaults. When the Immortal Court collapsed, countless magic treasures and scriptures had scattered across the world. That the various factions