"To the Southern Border?" Lu Zheng couldn't help but ask.
"To the Southern Border." Song Kaichuan nodded. "No need to worry, my young friend. The Southern Border isn't as dangerous as imagined. Not all creatures are man-eating Great Demons or harmful evil cultivators."
"I know that," Lu Zheng said. "I meant that I've only been cultivating for less than three years, my Dao practice is shallow. How could I be of help?"
"It's not about cultivation, but rather a dream chessboard."
"Dream chessboard?"
Song Kaichuan nodded. "The old pine tree envisions a deity every March third in a dream, trying to solve an ancient spirit's leftover chess endgame, though the old pine tree has been working on it for two thousand years without success."
"Dream transmission technique?" Lu Zheng's gaze tightened, and then he was startled. "Two thousand years?"
Just solving a chess problem has taken two thousand years. What kind of cultivation does this pine tree become a Great Demon possess?
