"The Immortal Dynasty indeed produces talents aplenty."
The Axe-Carrying Ancestral Master said with a playful scold.
Upon hearing this, Ancestor White Eyebrow's expression remained unchanged, speaking calmly.
"Junior brother, I won't take advantage of you."
"Since I went first the previous round, this time, you go first."
With these words, he gently closed his eyes, as if not intending to disturb the other.
Seeing this.
The Axe-Carrying Ancestral Master's brows furrowed slightly, his gaze swept across the mountain peak's youthful figures, finally focusing on a man and bringing him onto the arena.
This man had a valiant appearance, dressed in battle armor, looking quite distinguished. Upon stepping onto the chessboard, he stood still, quietly waiting.
Meanwhile.
Ancestor White Eyebrow opened his eyes.
