Ball Kicking at the Alliance Meeting (V)

"It's been three days, but the leader's tent is still filled with singing voices. The generals of each faction are still living in a daydream of drinks and beauties..."

Cheng Jing and Feng Jue sat in front of each other, each holding a black and white chess piece as they continued to battle each other on the board in a very close game.

Feng Jue's expression remained calm, his dark pearl eyes glancing down occasionally.