In the academy's bamboo forest.
A cool breeze swept through, causing the wind-chime bamboo to rustle.
An old man in a Confucian Shirt sat in quiet contemplation, studying a game record. The Chessboard before him held no ancient, famous match, nor was it a legendary record left by a Chess Saint. It was simply the old man playing a casual game by himself.
He was about to place a white stone on the Chessboard when he sighed. All his original plans had been thrown into disarray.
The next moment, he found himself hesitating, uncertain of which move to make.
When he pulled his hand back, the white stone remained suspended, unmoving in mid-air.
Qi Xingyan sat upright and proper, his expression serene. Even as an Eleventh Realm Great Scholar of the Confucian Temple, just one step away from the Twelfth Realm, and even as the former Prime Minister of Great Yan and the Mountain Master of the Confucian Family's Shengjing Academy, his heart still held many injustices and unfulfilled wishes.
