Inside the Lakeside Pavilion, two Golden Core Masters sat facing each other.
Contrary to the tense atmosphere imagined by outsiders, the room was not only calm but also quite leisurely.
So leisurely that the two Golden Core Masters began to play chess.
The chessboard was square, with thirty-six paths crisscrossing it, densely packed with pieces. Black and white pieces intertwined like two great dragons in battle.
"Xin Jiu, sixteen positions in, a kill!" Zhao Sheng cheerfully pointed to a position on the board, and a white piece appeared with a flash.
Instantly, hundreds of nearby white pieces glowed together, transforming into a one-horned white dragon, swirling its tail, slaughtering over one hundred and fifty black pieces within its range.
A vast space suddenly opened up in the northwest corner of the board.
Zhao Yongxian's eyes narrowed, his hand unconsciously stroked his long beard as his face paled, beads of sweat densely covered his forehead.
