Grape Courtyard.
Si Yinchuan pushed the door open and came in, smiling as he said, "Apologies, headmaster, for handling a matter and arriving late."
"It's all right." Xuanyuan Mingjing sat beneath the dark old vines of the grapevine, ensconced in ice, eating grapes.
The New Year had just passed, and it was still the cold winter season; a heavy snow had fallen the day before yesterday.
Yet Xuanyuan Mingjing wore only a thin shirt, his feet shod in a pair of black round-toed cloth shoes.
The cold of the mortal world could no longer affect his body; to harm him, one would need Divine Power.
"The headmaster hasn't started yet?" Si Yinchuan sat directly across from Xuanyuan Mingjing, with a troubled expression, he said, "After so many years of playing chess with the headmaster, I've never won, and yet I still look forward to it every day..."
