The sound of a broom sweeping across the ground was constant. At this moment, an elder was sweeping the floor, and beside him stood another elder. The latter was the High Firmament Academy’s dean.

“Long Chen has agreed to it. But I still feel like we are starting a bit too soon. There are still no omens,” said the dean respectfully.

“There’s no choice but to be a bit early. It is precisely because the situation is unclear and the lines of fate are muddled that this must be done. By the time things are clear and the omens have arrived, it will be too late. We are all within the board. No matter how wise you are, can you beat the player controlling the board? Moreover, Long Chen exists outside the board, not restricted by heaven and earth. It said that rashness is worse than calmness, but calmly waiting for that chance to come is worse than...