"Oh? What Path does he walk?" Master Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.
If the turbulent, underhanded struggles within the Royal Family were merely enough to make Zheng Xiu "interested," then the topic of "Path Mystic Skills" was enough to get him truly excited.
"Chess Master. His skill with chess is otherworldly."
"You saw it with your own eyes?"
"A guess. But I'm about seventy percent sure."
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, the Orange Cat nestled in his arms, his demeanor calm and composed. "Continue."
Qing Shisan mentally gave a thumbs-up to the air of composure his master was displaying.
For some reason, after his master's severe illness, it wasn't just that he seemed like a different person. To Qing Shisan, it felt as if his master had suddenly matured a great deal, exuding the dignity of a high-ranking elder. It was nothing like what one would expect from someone his age.
