Chi Yuan sat cross-legged, his sleeve robe billowing, hovering high above the clouds as he looked indifferently at Xu Xing standing on the ground.
If he let Xu Xing go simply because he feared the unknown will of heaven, wouldn't that be ridiculous?
Xu Xing had risen to prominence in a mere one hundred years, while he, Chi Yuan, had been renowned in this world for tens of thousands of "Spring and Autumn" spans.
"Is this Martial Uncle's Dharma Phase?"
Trapped within the Black and White Chessboard, Xu Xing showed no signs of nervousness, his expression still calm and composed. He glanced around before clasping his hands towards Chi Yuan and asking the question.
