When Xiao Shan heard this, he stared at the other man in shock. Had this master just sold out his precious disciple?
No, wait. Wasn't Yun Che his disciple's husband?
Have you considered my feelings at all?
The corners of Xiao Shan's mouth twitched slightly. He was clearly angry.
"Old Han, have you forgotten that Yun Che is my precious disciple's husband?"
Han Chen smiled a little sheepishly and placed a stone. "Isn't that disciple of yours devoted to the way of the sword? Who knows when they might divorce?"
"Your disciple is an ice-attribute martial artist. She's perfectly suited to cultivating the Sacred Profound Sect's Supreme Forgetfulness. If she truly takes that path, severing her emotional ties will be inevitable."
Hearing this, Xiao Shan sighed softly and gave a bitter smile. "The Supreme Forgetfulness Sword may be powerful, but I still hope she can follow another path. That road is too lonely, and it's far too easy to fall into madness."
Han Chen shook his head. "You don't need to worry too much. Since that boy helped your disciple awaken her talent, he presumably won't just let her fall onto a demonic path. Let's wait and see!"
"That's all we can do."
Xiao Shan nodded with a sigh. Suddenly, he noticed that several stones were missing from the board.
"Old Han, this is no fun," he said angrily. "You've been secretly moving stones again, haven't you?"
Utterly shameless, Han Chen smiled as he returned his black stones to their original positions.
"There are three more here. I may be old, but my memory isn't bad."
Xiao Shan used spiritual energy to stiffen his empty sleeve and pointed toward a spot on the left.
Yet beneath the cover of his sleeve, he secretly manipulated his energy to move several stones