"Chessplayer."
"Description: Equipping this title, you will have a certain probability of sensing the enemy's next move."
"—Presented with metaphor-laden hints."
"—All the Laws have come to help!"
Wu Xiaode, not caring what 'metaphor-laden hints' meant, equipped the title immediately.
He took steps toward the outside but suddenly stopped at the windowsill, listening intently.
"Sir, we can't go over there, we'll die."
A soldier shouted.
"Yes, we all died in Rain Flower Alley."
"There's a Lord of Fate's Grace there; it wiped us out in an instant."
The officer standing on a chair wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a pale face, "We just simply moved back from ten minutes later, what good is that..."
"You traveled back in time too?" the soldiers asked in unison.
"Yes, I fought alongside the Devout Saint but still got killed—shortly after you left," the officer said.
One of the soldiers stayed silent, turned around, and ran.
