Deep in the mountains, in the strange valley where Li Weitian was buried,
Lu Qing and Little Li appeared.
"Half a year since I last came here, nothing seems to have changed."
Lu Qing gazed at the valley's birdsong and flowers, feeling somewhat emotional.
Outside the valley, the autumn wind was bleak, with leaves falling, yet inside the valley it was still like spring in full bloom—an oddity indeed.
"Ow~"
Little Li on his shoulder called out, seemingly urging Lu Qing.
"I know, I know, you and Little Yan have plans to play chess early when we get back. This closure shouldn't take too long."
Lu Qing soothed, rubbing the fluffy head of the little creature.
He somewhat regretted why he had had the whim to create a set of Beast Fighting Chess some time ago.
It had once again ensnared the two little ones, now immersing themselves deeply every day, wishing all their time could be spent on playing chess.