When Prince Qin left the Wind Listening Pavilion, Xue Daoyong looked at the remnants of a chess game on the board, his lips twitching as he couldn't help but say: "Indeed, I've said so much to him, and yet he won't even concede a single game."
"Seven years ago, I couldn't beat that lad."
"Seven years later, why is it even harder to beat him?"
"Could it be that I'm really just an incompetent chess player?"
Xue Daoyong began to doubt himself. After a while, a shadow quietly appeared beside the old man, none other than the leader of the Xue Family's secret guards, a person to whom even Xue Daoyong had surrendered in his younger days when wandering the Martial World.
The world knows Xue Daoyong of the Xue Family as a Seven Heavens Martial Arts Grandmaster.
But few living know of the specter behind the ferocious tiger in times of chaos.
