Qian Jiao Venerable's forehead veins throbbed intensely.
She forcibly suppressed the urge to strangle her foolish son, stepped forward and pushed open the hall door, glaring inside with eyes full of fire.
Inside the cold, clear hall.
A handsome middle-aged man in a Confucian robe sat with legs crossed in front of an ancient chessboard.
On the chessboard, there was the remnant soul of an old woman.
Person and soul were playing chess.
From the chessboard, it looked like the headmaster was losing terribly.
"Husband! A distinguished guest has arrived!" Qian Jiao Venerable bit her silver teeth and said angrily.
The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe was none other than the headmaster of Wenhai Academy.
The first Confucian Practitioner of Hunyuan State, the Human Supreme at the brink of Heavenly Human Five Declines, Xingyuan Venerable!
Upon hearing this.
Xingyuan Venerable shivered in fear and quickly got up, saying, "Darling, you're back?"
