The black-clad elder waved his hand dismissively and said impatiently:
"Enough, you already know too much; go back down."
Wen Hong didn't dare to dally and, after bowing respectfully, he walked backward out of the Wen Family's central hall, while the black-clad elder simply pondered the random chess game laid out on the table. He mulled it over for unknown ages, mumbling to himself.
"Who between black and white can enter the profound, through life and death a thousand times to understand the round. The Taoist Sect speaks of eternal kalpas, should laugh as first move leads the year."
"Just a first move."
The old man snorted in contempt, casually swept all the chess pieces off the board with a flick of his sleeve, and left the Wen Mansion.
The black and white chess pieces clinked as they scattered across the floor.
Sword Qi crisscrossed in mid-air.
