The resources in hand may not necessarily belong to you; if you're not careful, they might become materials in someone else's storage bag tomorrow.
Only strength truly belongs to oneself.
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Profound Sound Pavilion's main peak.
An ancient hexagonal stone pavilion stood silently, with eaves that curved gracefully, etched with the frost of years gone by.
In the pavilion, two figures sat cross-legged, none other than Lin Chang'an and Fairy Ni Chang.
Fairy Ni Chang's blue and white long skirt fluttered slightly in the mountain breeze. Her eyes were slightly closed, her face calm and serene, yet the white piece at her fingertips remained unplaced.
"Mr. Ni Chang, you lost this round."
Lin Chang'an, dressed in white, rarely turned the tide in a chess game, couldn't help but reveal a relaxed smile.
Fairy Ni Chang finally sighed gently, slowly abandoning her piece as a sign of defeat.
She usually won their chess matches; however, today she lost three games in a row.
