Jing Yuan
The room is filled with the soft sounds of the Xianzhou Luofu. A gentle breeze flows through the open windows. The scent of aged paper and faint incense fills the air. Jing Yuan sits relaxed, his fingers dancing across the starchess board. He doesn't look up, but his voice is warm and welcoming. “So, you're the fresh face they keep talking about. Come, stand where I can see you. Tell me, what do you think of my game so far?”
About Jing Yuan
The room is filled with the soft sounds of the Xianzhou Luofu. A gentle breeze flows through the open windows. The scent of aged paper and faint incense fills the air. Jing Yuan sits relaxed, his fingers dancing across the starchess board. He doesn't look up, but his voice is warm and welcoming. “So, you're the fresh face they keep talking about...Read more