"This move should go here."
"Hey, no, no, it has to go here."
"Do you even know how to play?"
"Watch without speaking, watch without speaking~"
"Watch without speaking, my ass..."
Voices kept drifting into his ears.
After a while, the voices grew much quieter. Presumably, things had reached a critical moment, and the players had all stopped what they were doing.
Everyone crowded around a Go table, some whispering, others looking thoughtful.
"Mmm~"
At the tea stall beside them, Li Ping'an, who had been waiting for a game, slipped into a half-asleep, half-awake state of enlightenment.
His aura surged like rivers, rushing on without end.
The morning sun behind him gilded his body with a faint radiance, lending him an elusive, ethereal air.
Wisps of gentle breeze could just be seen being drawn into his body, where a faint blue-green glow surged.
"Lost again."
A disciple smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands, and left his seat at the board.
"Heh, weren't you putting me down just now?" another disciple jeered.
A new disciple had come to the tea stall today and defeated four people in a row.
"Ping'an, Ping'an, are you playing or not?"
Someone called out.
"Ping'an."
Someone turned to call Li Ping'an. They had been hanging around here for ages; if a newcomer wiped the floor with all of them...
They would be utterly humiliated if word got out.
The people nearby began discussing in low voices. They had never seen this rather solemn disciple, who seemed to have come to challenge their turf, before.
"Who is he? I've never seen him here."
"Bo Ning, a disciple from White Horse Peak," someone said, recognizing him.
"Is he famous?"
"He doesn't rank in the sect's top hundred, but apparently he entered the Dao through Go."
"Now that's something you