Care for a game?
"Heh," Emperor Shun chuckled, his smile filled with indescribable emotions.
Still, that laughter could probably be categorized as... a bitter laugh.
Emperor Shun looked at the young man sitting calmly there.
Right within reach, yet seemingly as far as the horizon.
Wu Wang wore a wide-sleeved black robe, his hair arranged in an exquisite bun. His face was unchanged from years past, yet he exuded an aura of authority that made Emperor Shun feel slightly pressured.
Emperor Shun's Divine Soul stepped forward slowly, walking to the chessboard and taking a seat opposite Wu Wang, meeting his gaze evenly.
"Not going to deal with the Candle Dragon?"
Wu Wang shook his head slightly and said slowly, "There is no need for me to go there.
"I've been busy in the Outer Sky for so long; it wasn't all for naught."
Emperor Shun said with a smile, "To go with the flow, to rise with the momentum—it feels quite good, doesn't it?"
