Xianzhou Luofu.
The Divine Strategy Mansion.
Jing Yuan and Yanqing sat facing each other, with a board game laid out on the table between them.
At that moment, the battle on the board was locked in a stalemate.
Yanqing's brow was furrowed in deep thought, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
Although this young Xianzhou prodigy, who aspired to become Sword Champion, preferred practicing swordplay to playing board games, he always learned a great deal from playing against the general.
Of course, it would have been even better if the general would steal fewer pieces during their games.
Even if that meant he might lose faster, being given such a handicap inevitably left the rebellious adolescent feeling disgruntled.
A moment later, Yanqing seemed to think of a good move and reached toward the board.
But before he touched a piece, his fingertips trembled. He shook his head and withdrew his hand.
Although it looks like a good move at first glance, the general has probably already accounted for what I'm thinking.
In other words, if I make this move, I'll fall right into the general's trap. It's a terrible move!
No, I need to try something else.
Across from Yanqing, Jing Yuan propped his chin on one hand, watching Yanqing's reaction with interest.
He had known Yanqing would take that move for a bad one.
Just then, a short, pink-haired figure barged in from outside, followed by a Cloud Knight hurriedly trying to stop her so he could announce her arrival first.
Jing Yuan tilted his head slightly to look at the visitor.
At the same time, while Yanqing wasn't looking, he swiftly shoved the few pieces he had hidden behind his back under the table.
Fu Xuan was straightforward by nature. If she saw