Amidst the mountains, an incomparably vast hall was faintly visible.
From time to time, immortal cranes and Spirit Beasts flew across the sky.
Beneath a lush Spirit Tree, two elders were engaged in a game, each holding pieces of black and white.
The two elders possessed a profound aura, their cultivation unfathomably deep.
If a Great Cultivator at the Late-stage Nascent Soul Realm were present, they would recognize that both elders also possessed Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation.
The game on the chessboard was shifting, and the two elders were locked in a fierce match.
A flash of light streaked by, and a figure appeared near the chessboard.
"Hall Master, Elder Mo."
The figure belonged to a man in a cyan robe, who exuded the cultivation of an Early-stage Nascent Soul.
"What is it?"
One of the two, an elder with a white hair and beard, asked calmly.
