For many, many years, Jing Jiu had liked lying on a bamboo chair, playing at piling sand in this porcelain plate.
Back then, neither Liu S sui nor Zhao Layue had known what this game was. Only later, at the Plum Gathering in Chaoge City, after his world-shaking game of Go against Tong Yan, had a few words from him given them a vague understanding that it was a means of deduction and calculation.
Many more years had passed. Jing Jiu had gradually stopped playing this game, and the people on Divine End Peak had rarely seen this porcelain plate and its fine sand-until today.
A grain of fine sand fell, completing the picture.
The surface of that picture of undulating mountains and rivers was incomparably smooth, without a single visible gap.
That was because all the grains of sand had arranged themselves tightly and orderly according to his wishes.
This required unimaginable powers of spatial construction and calculation, beyond human capability.
Jing Garden was silent. The wind brushed over the stream and the flowering trees along its banks, not daring to make a sound.
Ping Yongjia stared wide-eyed at the Sand Diagram in the porcelain plate, his mouth hanging open. Master really is incredible. Surely this is even harder than Ascension?
At some point, Big One had left Zhao Layue's arms and lain down meekly opposite Jing Jiu, rump raised high, looking exceedingly respectful.
Zhao Layue's reaction was the most ordinary and natural, perhaps because she had watched Jing Jiu play with sand the most?
Hugging her knees, she tilted her face to look at the sand in the porcelain plate. The breeze stirred her unruly hair, sweeping it across her eyes and dividing those clear black-and-white eyes into countless worlds.
Her eyes suddenly grew a little brighter, not