CLACK. A black piece landed on the board, and Li Huowang began to ponder the other man's words. "Pan" as in coiled? What does that mean?
As a Xinsu who had previously witnessed the bizarre abilities of a Heart Turbidity, he found it truly difficult to imagine what sort of existence a Heart Pan was.
Looking at the two incongruous black pieces on the Go board, Zhuge Yuan gently shook his head, pinching a white piece with his fingernails and placing it down.
"That 'Pan' signifies that in this life, I am destined to be entangled with those above the Old Three Bodies, in both life and death."
"Those above the Old Three Bodies—what exactly is that?" Li Huowang asked as he placed his piece.
When he saw the smiling Zhuge Yuan close his folding fan and point upward, Li Huowang's heart tightened instantly, his pupils trembling. He recalled things buried deep in his memory.
