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The so-called involvement in the chess game, striving to outdo heaven by half a step, ultimately is nothing more than a moth to a flame, devoid of any meaning.
But now it seems, even though he had grown wary of the Demon Lord and took him seriously, in the end, he still underestimated his opponent.
"Huff!"
As the autumn wind whistled, long after, under this biting autumn breeze, the chancellor slowly exhaled a breath of autumn frost.
His gaze had become much sharper.
"It seems that I have somewhat underestimated the heroes of the world. To become the State Preceptor, the inheritor of Heaven's calculations, certainly isn't that simple. At the very least, my vision still exists."
"Perhaps this chess game will indeed produce many complex changes and is not so simple as to be easily predicted."
"Interesting, truly interesting."
He chuckled lightly, his lips slightly curved, his face bearing a faint smile, even the bloodstains on his handkerchief became much more glaring.