On the third floor of the teahouse, in the hall of Qiankun, Danxuan was still meditating, shaking his head from time to time and nodding his head. It looked like a neurosis!

Jin Yuyao lowered his voice and asked Leng Changyue, "Uncle Leng, is this chess match a little too difficult? It's been more than one hour. It's almost half the time. Why hasn't Danxuan fallen yet?"

Leng Changyue sighed, too. He could not see clearly. Didn't this kid break the chess array without falling into practice? No wise man can get rid of it if he thinks only by his head.

Leng Changyue glanced at most of the sand...