Jing Jiu's chair had gotten some notice.
People had started guessing his identity again.
Sitting near the Go table, he could see the game proceed on the Go board clearly, and he could even see the wrinkles on Grand Scholar Guo's face and the sparse, arched eyebrows of that young man. As those observing Go players could only stand somewhere further away from the Go table, it was natural that they envied Jing Jiu's position. They would have liked to be in his position, and it would have been even better if they could serve tea to the players at the Go table. Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu sat down instead of standing by the table, but what kind of attitude was he demonstrating here?
Wait a minute, where did he even get that bamboo chair?
The Go game had already gone through its beginning stage, and it was in its mid-stage now; the situation was finally comprehensible.