The crowds in Yellow Court Alley grew denser by the minute, those standing at the rear found it increasingly difficult to know the situation at the front.
News about the latest developments of the never-before-seen, unfamiliar Mr. Lin and the little monk from the Western Regions playing Go was only known through word of mouth from the inside out.
In the center of the tightly encircled Go booth, the game had reached the middle phase, yet unlike the restless and frequently inquiring crowd outside.
At this moment, at the "eye of the storm," including Princess Wen Zhu and many spectators, there was a breathless attention as if they dared not even breathe heavily.
Gazes turned toward Zhao Douan, shifting from initial surprise and confusion or indifference, gradually morphing into shock and admiration.
"Clack."
Princess Wen Zhu sat cross-legged on a small stool, her eyes fixed on the Go board as Zhao Douan made another move, and a faint gasp echoed by her ear.
