"The Immortal's chess game is truly extraordinary," Si Lingxi remarked lightly.
Wansong Daoist looked at Si Lingxi, then at Lu Zheng, and laughed, "If Chi Songzi knew there were figures like Lu Xiaoyou in the Mortal World, he might just bring the True Spirit down himself for a meeting."
Wansong Daoist was acquainted with Si Lingxi's chess skills; previously, he was a notch above her. He hadn't expected that after all his advancements, he was still only a notch higher.
It was obvious that the source of Si Lingxi's progress lay with Lu Zheng.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," Lu Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, humbly declining.
"Indeed, you should," Si Lingxi chuckled as she helped Lu Zheng to her seat. "Even if Chi Songzi descended, he might not be a match for Lu Lang."
Wansong Daoist chuckled, but he had to admit that Lu Zheng's chess skills were improving at an unprecedented pace.
"Please proceed, young friend!"
