Li Guanshi glanced around, yet there was nothing unusual in her surroundings.
Her gaze ultimately fell back onto the chessboard. When she took a closer look at the arrangement on it, her beautiful pupils abruptly contracted, and a trace of astonishment and realization flickered in her eyes.
In a daze, a long-sealed memory flickered through her mind like a rotating lantern.
It was a sunny afternoon... A little girl in a pink dress, delicately carved like jade, propped her chin on one hand, sitting casually across the chessboard, focused on playing against her.
"Cultivation is like playing chess; one must be focused."
Li Guanshi admonished.
The girl picked up a white chess piece but did not place it in the grid. Instead, she casually dropped it as if nobody else were present, muttering, "Cultivation is about following one's heart. Why bother being overly focused?"
Li Guanshi was about to reprimand her when the girl playfully and quickly interjected:
