The exquisite residence in Linjiang, Yu Changkong sat inside the house, a chessboard laid out before him, playing a game against himself with each hand controlling a piece.
Sifang let out a yawn; although his young master was a feast for the eyes, watching him play chess against himself could really put someone to sleep.
He glanced over at Da Qiong, who was sitting cross-legged by the doorway, hands in a sealing gesture, silently reciting the Inner Cultivation Methods.
Uncle Qian entered the courtyard; Sifang straightened up and saluted him with cupped hands.
"Young Master," Uncle Qian held a scroll in his hand.
Yu Changkong didn't lift his head, just uh-huh'd, and asked, "Did they seal that golden statue properly?"
"Don't worry, Young Master, it has been securely sealed. It will be delivered to Qingping Temple by this afternoon's good time, there will be no delay for tomorrow's Enlightenment Scripture ceremony," Uncle Qian said with a smile.
