"This world was not naturally conceived, but rather created by beings beyond your imagination. Otherwise, given your penchant for slaughter, true causality would have already erased you entirely. How could you possibly be so arrogant?"
A young man in white let out a cold snort, his gaze falling indifferently upon a black piece on the chessboard, his eyes filled with disdain. Through that black piece, his gaze seemed to pierce into a black-clad figure—Chu Yuan.
Yet, opposite Chu Yuan, another figure had appeared: the very same black-clad young man who had just departed.
Chapter 452