Compared to placing a piece, it is more important to observe one's own mental realm before doing so and practice within it.
Mo Wuzheng sometimes would think for several days even with a piece in hand.
Ning Chenxiao was no different.
Hiss...
A leaf fell onto the chessboard, and the two remained oblivious.
A moment later, the leaf drifted away with the wind, vanishing from the board, and still, they remained unaware.
Suddenly, Ning Chenxiao's previously calm and unperturbed face showed an indescribable astonishment. Clad in snow-white robes, he held a white piece in his hand, but at this moment, everything was interrupted.
Mo Wuzheng asked, "Chenxiao, my friend, why are you moved?"
Ning Chenxiao stood up abruptly, saying, "Something's happened!"
He placed the white piece aside, quickly rising and heading toward the depths of the secret palace on Qingzhu Mountain.
At the end of the palace, five soul lamps hung silently.
