C97 Great Fight

Two carriages and a dozen or so horses sped through the dust.

Jiang Wuyan put down the white pearl and smiled slightly, "The situation has been settled."

Zhao Qingyan stared at the chessboard for a long time before letting out a long sigh. "I concede." Ye Zichen chucked Blackie, who was caught between his fingers, back onto the board, then patted his head. "This time, I held up three more steps