"Extreme is not necessarily heretical, after all, if you don't go to the end, who knows if you'll ever reach it? But your extremity clearly has reached its end.
Without breaking through the limits, to make further progress, one must comprehend by analogy."
Qing Yu placed a piece, saying, "You lost."
However, at this moment, Mo Guming was no longer concerned with winning or losing the game of chess; his mind was replaying what Qing Yu had said, feeling a rare sense of confusion.
"I was actually moved by his words..."
If anyone else had said this, Mo Guming would have slashed with his sword without a second thought. But coming from the victorious Qing Yu, he had no choice but to contemplate.
"Then what do you think I should..."
Mo Guming looked up to seek guidance from Qing Yu, only to find that he had disappeared without a trace. Scanning with his divine sense around Huanzhu Building, he still couldn't find his whereabouts.
