Yan Tingfeng's body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
However, what he saw was not the real world, but the depths of his soul's sea.
It is often said that the world of consciousness is the truest, yet within the consciousness of this Supreme Martial Arts Master, there is only endless snow, falling piece by piece, with no end.
In the vast and silent world, at some unknown time, a chessboard appeared.
The black pieces on the chessboard were the second color in this icy world.
On the side of the white pieces, there stood a man in white, pale yet strikingly handsome, his frame slender yet exuding an immense sense of power.
In the desolation, there was finally a trace of vitality.
A white piece was held between the man's fingers, and he lifted his head, smiling unhurriedly, "Since the Tower Master is here, why not sit down and play a game with me?"
Yan Tingfeng stood quietly in place, unmoving.
