Bab 1869: Shadow Disciple

The black robed man glanced at the chess piece with a twitch at the corners of his mouth and continued to play. But after a while, when he saw the white pieces got themselves trapped inside, he couldn't help breathing out a sigh.

"You made your own pieces trapped over a vast area. Did you see it? Here." He pointed to the dense pile of chess pieces that the young man had placed on the corner of the chessboard, blocking the way out.

"Shouldn't I place the chess pieces this way? Then, how should I do it?" Feng Jiu asked with doubt. But, inwardly, she snorted. It's great that you're exasperated!

"Figure out a way to trap my black chess pieces." He answered after taking a deep breath.

"But, what if Subordinate wins?" She asked cautiously as if she were going to win.

"Tch!"

The black robed man sneered. "With your skill? Put this matter off until after you win the game!"