Pei Yuhang looked up to see two colossal elders sitting cross-legged upon the Cloud Sea, playing a game of Go. One of them, an elder with white hair but a youthful face, picked up a black stone. As the piece landed on the board amidst the clouds, it sent mists billowing dozens of feet into the air, causing the Spirit Wheel to shudder.
'These Divine Techniques and Skills are truly marvelous,'
Pei Yuhang clicked his tongue in amazement.
Seeing his own sect's genius Sword Immortal so captivated by the old-timers from the Celestial Secret Pavilion, Chen Xiuxian, who was standing beside him, felt a little annoyed. He promptly uncorked the wine gourd at his waist, tilted his head back, and took a swig of the fine liquor. A smile then played on his wine-stained lips:
"Peng Sword Immortal, the only thing those little old men from the Celestial Secret Pavilion are good for is these flashy Blinding Techniques."
