Sword Casting Shop.
On a refreshingly clear autumn morning, Ning Daoran was playing Chinese chess with Ou Yeping under the jujube tree.
At the side, Lin Xuyan, who had arrived at some point, was sitting nearby on a small stool.
"Brother, that's a bad move, use the double cannons checkmate on the old master!"
"Right, withdraw the guard, old general to the bottom!"
"Old master, the pawn is crossing the river. Brother is waiting for the knight to jump over, what are you waiting for?"
"Cough cough..."
Ou Yeping gave him a glance to show his protest.
Ning Daoran said, "Brother Lin, is something the matter?"
"Cough cough, indeed, there is something."
Lin Xuyan rubbed his hands together and said, "Brother, I plan to make a trip to Qingzhou City. As you know, I'm well-acquainted there and have many friends, so I want to go there to handle some matters."
"That's your own business, go ahead."
Ning Daoran waved his hand.
"Alright!"
