The Zen Child said to him, "If you're going to confront Taiping, you shouldn't provoke the Zhongzhou Sect, much less speak to White True Person as though you were scolding a child."
Jing Jiu said, "If I am who I am, why can't I?"
Mist Island Old Ancestor Nan Qu was dead, and his martial uncle Tailu was still imprisoned deep in the Sword Prison. Across the Chaotian Continent, no one stood above him in either seniority or status.
"You should know perfectly well that the Zhongzhou Sect has always belonged to the Bai Household. And you understand better than anyone how powerful the Bai Household is."
The Zen Child said, "It was her grandmother who beat you back. There's no way she still hasn't guessed your identity."
Jing Jiu said, "Hmm?"
The Zen Child said, "If she knows who you are, why hasn't she done anything? That's very strange."
"Many things in this world are no different from playing chess. Tong Yan plays for position, setting up his game in advance and luring others into it. I'm different."
Jing Jiu said, "I'm used to waiting for my opponent to set up the game, then breaking it."
The Zen Child said, "You'll lose the initiative."
Jing Jiu said, "But I can see what my opponent is thinking and avoid wasting effort."
The Zen Child glanced at him and said, "I understand what you mean, but I still think you're just lazy."
Jing Jiu said, "Possibly."
The Zen Child said, "But have you considered that if White True Person kills you in a single move, seeing what she was thinking won't mean anything?"
Death here meant actual death, not death on a chessboard.
Jing Jiu looked toward a treasure ship barely visible far out on the East Sea and said, "Why