At the very peak of the Yang royal castle, a balcony resided. It was known as the Emperor's Resting Place—a place where one could experience leisure and escape the troubles and worries of ruling a dying empire.
And right at this moment, two men sitting opposite one another could be seen playing a game of Go…
"That interesting person just left," one of them spoke, not letting his words interrupt his hand as he set his piece.
"I know," the man opposite him replied.
Silence reigned between the two for a few seconds as they continued playing quietly, until the first man couldn't take it anymore. "Come on, tell me the truth—why did the great Emperor Yang decide to help a fraud? You know well that he is no martial artist, let alone coming from the same sect as you. So why?"
