The Old Man Who Reeks of Chinese and Chinese.

After saying that, Yi Feng's mouth twitched. He was not fond of this.

Of course, at first Yi Feng had guessed that this guy might be some kind of cultivated recluse or eminent person.

But after interacting with him for a while, Yi Feng had long since dismissed this idea.

What kind of recluse or eminent person would look like this? Aren't they supposed to be carefree and aloof?

He was just living out his adolescent dreams of cultivation, and the passing years had not managed to rid him of this chuunibyou.

He was just chuunibyou.

Yi Feng could understand it, who hadn't been chuunibyou before?

In his previous life, he had watched too many martial arts dramas, whittling bamboo into makeshift swords to carry on his back. Whenever he drew his "sword", he would slice through all the weeds in front of his rural grandma's door, all the while making his own sound effects.

Of course, someone who was still chuunibyou at such an old age was quite rare.

After that, Yi Feng brought out a small table and a homemade chess set.

As a native son of the land of China, how could he not bring this quintessence to another world? Of course this was also one of Yi Feng's few ways to pass the time.

The reason he got to know Old Man Wu was because Yi Feng had been teaching a neighbor to play chess, which Old Man Wu happened to pass by and took great interest in.

From then on, he would come looking for Yi Feng for no other reason than to play chess.

Outside the street, the autumn wind was bleak.

Gradually, a drizzling rain began to fall, trickling down the eaves, dripping onto the table by the steps. Squatting by the table was an old man and a young man.

One wore white robes.

The other wore a rain cape.

The wind and rain gently caressed them, but the two remained unmoving like mountains, their eyes fixed intently on the chessboard.

"To be honest, at the beginning, I thought you and I were at the same level." As Old Man Wu put down a chess piece, he looked up and said.

"Hehe."

Yi Feng smiled but did not reply.

"But after careful observation, I still can't quite figure you out." Old Man Wu said with a frown.

"Of course you can't see through me." Yi Feng chuckled, a profound look flashing across his face. At the same time, he silently placed down his rook, feeling rather pleased with himself. His setup was something Old Man Wu could not comprehend at all. In just a few more moves, he could checkmate him.

Yi Feng's words made Old Man Wu frown slightly.

Because this did not seem like boasting.

Especially the self-satisfied look on Yi Feng's face, it was simply a matter of course to him.

"Could he really be stronger than me?"

Old Man Wu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Perhaps for other matters he would not have any shred of obsession, but in a situation like this, it was inevitable that a hint of competitiveness would arise when faced with another person of seemingly equal standing.

No.

He quickly dismissed the thoughts in his mind.

The whole world was so vast, with all kinds of mystic arts and techniques. It was not surprising that Yi Feng had cultivated some technique to conceal his abilities from others.

Just because he could not see through it did not mean he was really inferior.

"Brother Yi, aren't you being too smug with what you just said." Old Man Wu smiled, then used one of his pieces to capture one of Yi Feng's knights. After picking up Yi Feng's piece, he said profoundly, "Even if I can't see through you, I feel we are still evenly matched."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Yi Feng still looked utterly confident. Just because he had lost a knight, how could that mean they were evenly matched? Little did Old Man Wu know, that knight was intentionally sacrificed, because in just one more move, he could checkmate him.

Seeing the look of certainty on Yi Feng's face, Old Man Wu's heart shuddered once more.

Could he really be stronger than me?

Otherwise, why is he so confident?

But if there really was someone like this, he would not still be an unknown figure in the cultivation world. Why have I never heard of him before?

Yi Feng placed down his chess piece, smiling as he stretched lazily. As his attention left the chess game he suddenly felt a little cold. He went back into the room and brought out his little sun.

Then he gently placed it under the table.

Old Man Wu's eyes widened fiercely, and his body shuddered involuntarily.

What was that?

A fire pearl?