Jinzhou, Bodhi Courtyard.
In the few days after Long Wushe left, the ginkgo leaves had all fallen, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of golden yellow leaves, while the branches were bare, the sharp and slender twigs slicing the deep blue sky into countless fragments.
At this moment, he wore a snow-white wide-sleeved retro long robe over his shoulders, sitting on a stone bench under the Bodhi Tree, in front of him, was the chess game that had not reached its conclusion.
His subordinate was reporting to him about the events that occurred on Rhode Island over an hour ago.
Long Wushe listened quietly, not uttering a word.
After his subordinate finished reporting, he responded, "Understood."
The subordinate then left on his own.
Long Wushe lowered his head, looking at the chessboard before him. The piece marked with the character "four" had already fallen over, and he had no intention of picking it up again.
