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The night wind swept over the cold chessboard, brushing the cheeks of the Chess Masters on either side.

The world seemed to fall silent at this moment, with only the distorted lines in the sky still quietly undulating.

This silence was short yet seemingly long, like the night wind, abrupt and lingering.

Vellent watched the chessboard before him, his gaze lingering on the black chariot and then shifting to his 'opponent'.

Ultimately, he did not move to adjust any of the pieces on the board, nor did he respond to He Ao's 'check', he simply looked up at the distorted lines in the sky and asked softly,

"I'm a bit curious, where were you hiding just now?"

There were three altars, one in West City, one in the city center, and one in the south near South City, and all three altars were authentic, capable of conducting rituals, choosing any one among them to perform the ritual.