In front of Daoist Gucheng, Han Yi'an could speak freely about anything.
No worries, no restraints, it's been like this for years; the trust and mutual appreciation between them are unparalleled.
"Since we've chosen to trust Yang Fan, just let go. I believe he can do it well."
Han Yi'an, satisfied, stroked his chin: "That's exactly the point, let him venture on his own."
"Alright, Brother Yi'an, come, as per the usual, the Go board is ready."
"Haha, just what I intended."
The two old friends have been playing for decades, winning and losing, it's a common occurrence; what they pursue isn't confined to victory or defeat on the board.
For two distinguished figures who have gracefully stepped back from worldly pursuits, winning or losing has become less important.
Victory or defeat is insignificant to them, but for some, it's the entirety of their existence.
At the same place as noon, the Ghost King appeared again.
