Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu had always been the center of attention, but today it was even more apparent, because many people had heard that Jing Jiu intended to challenge Tong Yan in the Chess Battle.
The gazes directed at him held all manner of emotions: some mocked him for overestimating himself, some pitied him, some worried about him, and so on.
If people's gazes could truly give off light, Jing Jiu would certainly have been dazzling with so many people watching him.
Zhao Layue remembered something Jing Jiu had once said-something that had mentioned the sun.
Under countless gazes, the four of them walked deeper into Chessboard Mountain.
Se Se held Zhao Layue's hand and chatted. Cool by nature, Zhao Layue only replied occasionally, but Se Se was still delighted and kept chattering away.
Senior Sister Cui of the Hanging Bell Sect explained to Jing Jiu somewhat apologetically, "The young lady rarely has anyone to talk to in the sect."
Jing Jiu nodded and said, "They do seem to have hit it off."
Senior Sister Cui smiled gratefully and asked with concern, "Which pavilion are you planning to choose?"
Jing Jiu said, "I don't understand what you mean."
Senior Sister Cui was rather surprised. Since you're planning to challenge Tong Yan at the Plum Gathering, haven't you made any preparations, or at least learned something about the rules?
The rules of the Plum Gathering's Chess Battle were simple-the pavilions scattered among the green mountains were the venues. Daoist cultivators who had registered for the Chess Battle could choose any pavilion, sit down, and wait for someone to challenge them. Of course, they could also choose an occupied pavilion and challenge the person there.
After all, the Chess Battle would have only one victor in the end. How far one