"I wonder how many arenas will change hands when I wake up tomorrow after resting," Yan Chuan mused, filled with curiosity. But he desperately needed rest now, as mist rose on the stage. Yan Chuan stopped thinking further, sat in a corner of the arena, activated his "Innate Skill," and fell into a fetal breathing state akin to returning to the womb, slipping into deep sleep.
Chen Ze stood beside Yan Chuan with a treasure sword, forcing his spirits up, not leaving his side.
As Yan Chuan slept——
The peak of Chess Stone seemed to turn quiet.
Twelve arenas still had ongoing battles, yet they felt monotonous.
When Yan Chuan was present, this wasn't felt; but as he paused, people realized that the 'Cang Mountain Sword Discussion' lacked his commentary, really losing some flavor.
...
The last two hours of the second day of the Sword Discussion.
"Yan Chuan!"
"Exhausted?"
