A Piao left, and the stone door of the cave abode closed once more.
Looking at the tightly shut stone door, Tong Yan remained silent, thinking that the one placing stones across the Go Board had been True Person Taiping all along.
In that case, losing this game was not unacceptable. The question was, how did this little fellow intend to leave Hidden Peak?
Even if True Person Taiping had known of other passages into Hidden Peak back then, more than three hundred years had passed. Surely True Person Liu Ci, Jing Jiu, and the others had made preparations?
When Jing Jiu had taken him out of Hidden Peak, he had not even known how they had left. When he opened his eyes, he was already on Heavenly Light Peak, and afterward they had gone to the Netherworld.
But these were not questions he needed to consider. He closed his eyes and began healing his injuries.
His injuries were severe. He could not possibly stand up anytime soon, and naturally had no way to open the stone door and notify Jing Jiu.
A Piao did not leave Hidden Peak directly, but went to another green peak.
Wildflowers bloomed on that peak, and vines flowed among the cliffs like hundreds of slender waterfalls, forming orderly lines that were not writing.
Deep within those vines and wildflowers lay an exceedingly inconspicuous cave abode. Fang Jingtian had been in closed-door cultivation there, staking his life on a breakthrough, for nine years.
A Piao took out the bamboo flute and played a soundless tune.
The wildflowers swayed to the flute, and the vines began moving slowly, making a rustling sound as though rain were falling from the sky.
Then he inserted the bamboo flute into the soil, one-third buried in the earth and two-thirds