An unknown place in the Land of Darkness.
The chess pieces kept falling.
The Silent One and the one sitting on the Dark Throne were still playing chess, while the Black Spirit, along with eight others who walked out of the pitch-black door, remained standing to the side, waiting.
"Lost… again…"
The Silent One looked at the chessboard in front of him and spoke helplessly.
He had lost more than a dozen times already.
Outside, his eight major disciples were now somewhat exchanging glances with each other.
Even under the Dark Firmament, The Silent One held an exceedingly special status; he was given the best cultivation, and his talents and cultivation level were far beyond ordinary people.
Is there anyone who could win against him in chess?
Perhaps a few, but definitely less than five.
Yet now, he faced defeat after defeat…
"You understand the True Meaning of Silence, and moreover, your mastery in the path of chess seems to be no less than the Supreme…"
