The cruelest thing in the world is only the battlefield and the arena of love. The former has you or me, while the latter is life or death.
Bai Sheng, who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, knows this truth all too well.
What surprised him was that these words actually came from the mouth of a boy who seemed only ten years old.
A youth who looked pampered, with a handsome and refined demeanor, yet uttered such profound words.
Bai Sheng slowly stood up, scrutinizing Yue Jinghua, suddenly realizing he'd crossed paths with this boy before.
If he remembered correctly, during a Beast Fighting Chess outside Four Symbols City, this boy was a key member of the Third Team, Bai Sheng recognized the mask on his face.
If Bai Sheng thought he lost to Yue Jinghua's team due to luck, seeing the boy again today, he couldn't help but secretly admire his calm and collected demeanor, exuding the aura of a great general.
