Qi Mountain. Thousand Blade Cliff.
Shen Wuxiang was playing chess with Shang Xiulin. Shang Xiulin held the white pieces, Shen Wuxiang held the black pieces.
The sound of pieces touching the board was cold like shattered jade. But from the board's perspective, the white pieces gained an advantage in the corner battles, erecting solid walls like majestic mountains, difficult to shake.
Several groups of black pieces were divided, fighting independently, isolated.
Among them, one group of black pieces hung alone, without enough eyes, struggling desperately within the white's encirclement, seeking survival everywhere.
After Shen Wuxiang made his move, he didn't wait for Shang Xiulin's counterattack. He couldn't help but look up and ask in confusion, "What is the Dean waiting for?"
Shang Xiulin replied expressionlessly, "What is the Military Minister waiting for?"
