C545 Thousands of Martial Armories

"Ready for what, Yang Morong?"

Huh?

Yang Morong watched as Qingming closed his eyes and produced a golden box, then posed the question.

What does he mean, am I ready?

In an instant, something astonishing occurred. A chessboard sprang from the golden box, and atop it stood a miniature figure, merely an inch tall, donning a high hat and earrings—it was a likeness of Yang Morong himself