Shen Chongming said something and then looked in the direction of Yi Xianting.
He saw seven or eight cultivators gathered there, all holding their breath and staring at the old man sitting on the stone bench with his eyes closed.
Shen Chongming felt a stir in his heart and walked over together with Chen Youran.
When the two of them got closer, they discovered that the old man's eyes were tightly shut, devoid of any breath, and a faint golden light shield enveloped the old man's body along with the chessboard.
On the chessboard in front of him, black and white pieces were crisscrossed. Judging by the number of pieces, it was obvious that twenty to thirty moves had been played.
In the void in front of the old man, a black piece hovered, trembling slightly, as if it didn't know where to land at the moment.
Seeing this scene, Shen Chongming immediately thought of the strange phenomenon he had encountered last time at Yi Xianting.
