The atmosphere on the stone platform became somewhat ambiguous.
A group of cultivators stared at Li Xiaobai and Liu Jinshui with strangely questioning looks, disbelief written all over their faces. Could this crappy thing really be the little Chess Saint? What a joke!
"Can you play chess?"
Wu Chengjue also asked with an odd expression, not believing that the other could possess such a skill.
"Chess Saint, national master, I never joke. Beneath my handsome exterior hides incredible talent, sadly no one has ever seen through my disguise to enter my heart."
Li Xiaobai stood with his hands behind his back, assuming the lonely pose of a master.
"Pretend, keep pretending. If you truly are the little Chess Saint, play a game on the board and let's see?"
Blood Soul sneered, not believing a word of this time-delaying rhetoric.
"Since the senior has spoken, I shall humbly showcase a game of chess, please judge, everyone!"