"How could they possibly be so unhurried?"
"At this final moment, when placing the last piece determines the winner in this grand chess match, how could they suddenly become timid turtles, withdrawing and pulling out?"
"Those old immortals who are nearing their end must certainly be more anxious than I am..."
"No, this isn't right!"
"Unless... they've calculated something, or perhaps, are they wary of something?"
"Or maybe, this chess game isn't quite what I thought it was..."
Doubts surfaced in True Man Situ's mind as he stroked his beard and paced back and forth in the hall, losing count of how many circles he had walked when he suddenly stopped, his heart quivering:
"Could it be that there's been a change in this game?"
"The current state of the game... is not the end but merely the beginning?"
"Beginning with Mr. Zhuang's death?"
"Taking the appearance of Back Ruins Heaven Burial as the first move in a grand strategy that spans heaven and earth?"