A streak of snow-white light, wrapped in bone-chilling cold, lunged menacingly toward Xiao Mo.
Yet Xiao Mo didn't even spare it a glance, his expression as placid as still water.
He held a white game piece, which he steadily placed on the board—the final move!
In that instant, clear ripples spread out from beneath Xiao Mo's feet, one after another.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Mo found himself standing in the middle of a pond.
Upon closer inspection, the pond seemed to be the very same lotus pond where Tushan Jing Ci, as a child, had been ambushed and fallen into the water along with Xiao Mo.
Within the lotus pond, the clear water suddenly surged upward, roiling and churning. In an instant, it coalesced into four lifelike human figures, identical to Jin'an, the Song Cultivator, Xin Xiao'er, and Chen Jue.
Merely flowers in a mirror, the moon in the water.
But it was enough.
