The game had reached the middle stage, and White's position was already precarious.
His opening advantage as White had been considerable, after all, he had spent months studying the Peach Blossom Spring game records.
But the further the game progressed, the more he found himself stretched thin.
Ruan Zhi's play was plain and unadorned, neither aggressive nor reliant on clever tricks.
I concede.
He tossed down his stone.
Heroine Xiao Zhi was still Heroine Xiao Zhi, pure of heart.
Though she had come asking him a favor, one thing was one thing and another was another; she had not yielded him a single stone.
A crushing defeat.
He suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Mengliu.
He had originally meant to warn Wu Mengliu against entertaining any crooked schemes in Penglai.
But on reflection, she was no fool. She probably would not court death in a Spirit Transformation cultivator's domain.
So he left it unmentioned.
"I'll arrange a date with Penglai first, then call for you."
"Would you two prefer to stay here and wait for news, or return to your cave abode and await my message?"
Ruan Zhi considered it. "We'll return to our cave abode first. We have some other matters to attend to."
She pulled Wu Mengliu to her feet, solemnly thanked him once more, and took her leave.
Song Yan sat at the stone table a while longer, looking over the game.
His mind, however, was occupied with the Mohist School Secret Hall.
Qu Jiangzi. The Three Swords of the Celestial Lodge. The Mechanism Diagram of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. The Mohist School Secret Hall.
These loose threads seemed to have been gathered together by a single hand.
Qu Jiangzi had lived during the Immortal Qin era. Whoever had forged the Three Swords of the