"That move of yours was truly exquisite, Senior Brother Bei..."
The Eastern Saint Garrison.
Outside the rebuilt Qian Dong Hall.
His face still somewhat pale, Lu Yuansheng sat on a stone stool before the hall, holding a Yunzi stone and looking down at the Go board with a slight frown.
The young Daoist opposite him said with a smile:
"Junior brother, you always did like flattering people. Who doesn't know you received the Sect Master's true teachings and possess unparalleled strategic wit?"
"Are you saying I'm a schemer who gets on people's nerves, senior brother?"
Lu Yuansheng shook his head with a smile.
"I never said that."
The young Daoist laughed it off.
Lu Yuansheng took no offense either. Looking at the deadlocked board, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"I've got it!"
With that, he raised his hand and placed a stone. At first, the young Daoist thought nothing of it, but then he froze slightly.
Before his eyes, Lu Yuansheng had breathed life back into a hopeless position with a single move.
He could not help clapping his hands in admiration:
"That stone of yours found life on death's doorstep, junior brother. What an original approach, a refreshing sight!"
Lu Yuansheng waved a hand. "The art of Go is merely a minor pursuit."
"Not so. Life is like Go, and Go is like life. If you can play the game before you well, junior brother, surely you can also advance boldly in cultivation, rebuilding after breaking down."
The young Daoist shook his head.
"Hehe, thank you for your well wishes, senior brother."
Lu Yuansheng chuckled.
"Let's play another game..."
As he spoke, a lean cultivator who seemed steeped in a sea of blood strode in and bowed.
"Senior Uncle Bei, Martial Uncle Lu."
Lu Yuansheng looked up at the