"What? The Gua Master of Yama's Trigram is my disciple?"
Yun Ziliang placed the white chess piece back into the basket, taking long strides toward Zhou Xuan.
Peng Sheng looked despondent and sighed, "Just a few more moves, and I could've wiped out Taoist Yun's Big Dragon..."
Yun Ziliang didn't think he quit out of fear of losing. Ignoring the complaint, he dragged a small stool and sat down next to Zhou Xuan. He first asked Zhao Wuya, "Kid, what kind of trigram did you have Xuanzi calculate for you?"
"How would I know? At that time, I was barely conscious—I thought the workload from Dragon Seeking had me so exhausted I was hallucinating."
"You lazy dog, scram to the side."
Seeing Zhao Wuya irritated Yun Ziliang, who then turned to Zhou Xuan and asked, "What did he say when calculating the trigram?"
Zhou Xuan pondered for a moment and recounted Zhao Wuya's exact words from that time...
