"Heh, is that so?"
Long Yan shook his head nonchalantly; although partly entertaining that thought, it wasn't entirely what he had in mind. Seeing Long Yan's confident demeanor, the elderly man suddenly fell silent, uncertain of Long Yan's intentions once again.
"This chessboard is a Demon Artifact, isn't it."
Instead of focusing his gaze on the chess game, Long Yan fixed his attention on the chessboard which had just now absorbed Feng Ci's body, not sparing flesh or anything else – all was consumed by the chessboard.
"Of course."
The elderly man spoke calmly; every time the General's Tomb began, countless challengers would come to try their luck. Those who failed became nourishment for this chessboard; as for the successful ones, none have emerged yet.
"You might just become nourishment for this chessboard in a bit."
Watching the elderly man's face showing a gentle smile, Long Yan simply laughed. Despite the man's gentle smile, his words were terrifying indeed.
