Upon the serene ocean, a flat boat gently sways under the moonlight, with a lone man playing chess in leisure and comfort.
An Immortal descends onto the boat.
"Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Chechi has fallen into Buddhist hands."
The Immortal bows and reports to the man on the boat.
The man picks up a chess piece and places it on the board.
"The layout by the Great Venerable was flawless..."
He sighs, "But this is not a game of chess, with three people getting involved."
"Your Majesty, should we try to reclaim the Kingdom of Chechi?"
The Immortal asks again.
"The Lingshan already has an Arhat who has left the faith; they will definitely go to protect those two demons."
The man shakes his head, "Although we are now independent from the Heavenly Palace and not bound by the Heavenly Rules, we still carry risks with us."
"Risks?"
The Immortal is puzzled, "What risks?"
"It's Sun Wukong."
