"Xiao Yi, how about a game of chess between us?"
Master Fang Tianmiao closed his fan gently, a serene smile on his face, his gaze as still as ancient well water, without a hint of a ripple.
Xiao Yi was taken aback.
Though it was their first encounter, on his way here, Nantian Ao had mentioned that Master Fang wasn't one to readily play chess with others. Even someone like Nantian Wen would need to depend on Master Fang's mood to have a match.
And one simply could not demand it!
Nantian Wen himself was surprised, his doubtful gaze scanning back and forth across Xiao Yi.
He had known Master Fang for centuries.
But...
In all those years, the number of times Master Fang had initiated a game of chess could be counted on one hand, as far as Nantian Wen knew. Among those as young as Xiao Yi, only the top prodigy of the Nantian Holy Institute and the premier Saint Heir from the Nantian holy lands had received such invitations!
