Yu Ziqing's eyes were filled with pity.
If she had known that the village chief was capable of embroidering on fragile dried leaves long ago without breaking them.
She would probably be kneeling on the ground, hugging his legs, begging for guidance.
After watching a game of chess, Xia Shuang was disastrously defeated. Yet she lay on the ground as if she had won, gasping heavily and laughing like Er Han, lacking any image.
Well, this concept of pressure-increasing training was also blown out by Yu Ziqing.
Day by day, the blood pressure soared. Slowly increasing the stakes until when tormented to the point of peak blood pressure, one could remain calm, unaffected in judgment or strength control—only then would one be considered qualified.
Chess was just a casually cited example.
According to the examples set by Yu Ziqing, using dust to create easily breakable chess pieces was just the beginning.
