Boom!
The thunder jolted the dazed Gu Yuanyuan awake. He swayed, nearly falling, and hurriedly caught hold of the tree beside him, panting incessantly in fright.
The sudden Thunderclaps startled the others badly as well. They looked up at the sky, and only when they felt a slight dampness on their cheeks did they realize a fine rain was falling.
Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu in the pavilion, the worry in her clear black-and-white eyes plain to see.
Jing Jiu had also begun his first long contemplation.
The white stone was at seven, eleven, an attachment. How should he respond?
The clouds in the sky thickened, the mountains grew gloomier, and the wind turned colder and swifter. The raindrops grew somewhat larger too.
For some reason, Chessboard Mountain's great formation had not taken full effect.
The crowd scattered slightly, then soon returned to its original state.
In the end, they could not bear to leave, and looked toward the pavilion again.
Jing Jiu gazed at the board in thought.
After placing that white stone, Tong Yan rose again and walked to the railing.
Daylight illuminated his youthful face, which was filled with absolute confidence.
Time passed, and heaven and earth grew gloomier.
Jing Jiu moved.
He picked up a stone and reached toward the board.
Everything was perfect, from the angle between his two fingers to the bend of his arm.
He had learned all these details from that Go Beginner's Book in Haizhou City.
Such perfection inevitably seemed a little too rigid and dull, but it ensured that no problems would arise.
Just like the position where that black stone landed: precisely at the intersection of two lines, without the slightest deviation.
The black stone rested quietly on the board.
Three, nine.
The clouds