Liang Fengnian walked over and said, "Esteemed elder, this junior shall embarrass himself then."
Liang Fengnian sat opposite the person playing chess; the person's face was still without any expression, very cold and indifferent, giving a sinister feeling. It's hard to fathom his personality, perhaps anyone trapped here would become somewhat eccentric.
Tangyu, Zhuang Qian, and Zi Cang exchanged glances, all three sticking close to each other. If danger arose, they would join forces to face it.
Tangyu frowned as well, always having a bad premonition, which heightened his vigilance, his gaze fixed on the chessboard.
The chess player waved his hand, and the black and white pieces returned to their places. He was blunt, placing a white piece first, saying, "Win, you can pass. Lose, then stay."
Liang Fengnian frowned slightly but said nothing, placing a black piece down.
