Until, the daylight broke.
Looking at the small mountains of thread ends piled around him, and the tabletop that should have been covered with a piece of fabric now completely bare, Jiang Wenyuan finally lost consciousness and fainted.
It was at that moment that he fully understood the secret of string games.
"That's something that only top-tier string game players can train in, and I've only learned half of it now."
While casually blocking the waves of Evil Qi from the prairie riders with one hand, Jiang Wenyuan turned and spoke to Shan Bing.
"Do you know what's the most crucial thing about string games?"
"...Having hands?"
Shan Bing, with his chest caved in, couldn't speak. He didn't understand why Jiang Wenyuan was saying this at this moment.
And what was that about string games... Yes, he had seen those so-called masters play string games, but then what? Didn't that seemingly invincible Grandmaster Du still not leave the city to meet the enemy?
