This place was a hall that was extremely common in Primeval City, its eaves mottled and dilapidated, and it was suffused with an ancient aura.

However, it was a different scene within the hall.

An incense stick burner in the shape of an auspicious beast emitted strands of smoke and fragrance that drifted out into the air.

The floor was covered in a scarlet red and luxurious carpet, tear shaped lanterns hung on its walls and emitted gentle beams of light that caused one’s heart to feel refreshed and gladdened.

At the center of the hall was a table constructed from dark green and mottled jade.

Bing Shitian sat before the table with eyes that were like the night sky, deep and illusory, and the space between his brows was covered with an expression of peace and tranquility.

On the table was a Go board, Bing Shitian held a transparent jade glass and drank the wine within it in sips while making strategic moves with the black and white Go pieces, and he had a carefree bearing of enjoyment.

After they left the Warsoul Tablet, Yun Lansheng had brought him over here and not the northeast area where Qing Xiuyi resided.

Even though he felt that this was strange, but Bing Shitian didn’t question it.

I’ve already waited for so many years, so what if I wait another while longer?

Conversely,...