Li Yada and Tang Yishu lowered their heads to take notes, asking no further questions.

If they had held even a sliver of doubt when the Morning Dew Game Platform was first established, by this stage, all those doubts had vanished into thin air.

The game platform was already taking off; next, President Pei would surely make it soar even higher.

As for why this arrangement would allow it to fly even higher…

Who cared? The boat would right itself when it reached the pier.

No matter how many setbacks this system encountered in the process of its implementation, no matter what difficulties it faced or what misunderstandings it endured, it would ultimately be a great success, just as President Pei had planned.

Since that was the case, what was there to worry about?

Of course, this system was still very vague. How to select and remove the connoisseurs, how many people to maintain, these details needed careful consideration and long-term planning.

But they certainly couldn’t expect President Pei to handle every detail personally.

This was the task for Tang Yishu and Li Yada.

Seeing that the two of them hadn’t raised any questions, Pei Qian couldn’t help but feel a little complicated.

Every time he came up with a new idea, Pei Qian's state of mind was always contradictory.

If his subordinates raised questions, he would worry that they hadn’t fully grasped his intent, and he’d have to use his great hypnotism skills to deepen their wrong impressions.

If his subordinates didn’t raise questions, Pei Qian would worry that they’d already misunderstood him on the spot, and after some brainstorming, they’d deviate even further from his original intentions.

In short, he could never feel at ease!

But then he thought about it, the opening of the Morning Dew Game Platform was already a complete mess, so he didn’t feel as much pressure at this point.

At worst, he would just take the final step in advance, like drinking poison to quench his thirst!

Anyway, it wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this.

Pei Qian looked at the time, it was almost time to get off work, so he finished his coffee and stood up.

“Okay, let’s leave the game platform’s matters arranged like this for now. After you’ve finalized this connoisseur system, report back to me promptly.”

“It’s the weekend, go home after work!”

…

At the same time, Yan Qi had already finished downloading the update content for *Eternal Reincarnation*.

He entered the game with a very hopeful attitude.

As the producer of the action mobile game *Blade of the Empire*, Yan Qi could be considered a loyal fan of action games.

Although his psychological endurance wasn’t particularly good, and he often flew into a rage from suffering so much in *Turn Back to the Shore*, the unique combat mechanics of *Turn Back to the Shore*, the thrill of defeating powerful enemies, the cunning level design, the design concept that broke the dimensional wall… all of these things made him love and hate the game, unable to stop playing.

Now that he was tired of playing *Turn Back to the Shore*, this new DLC naturally held all his expectations.

The official announcement said that this update only included 25% of the DLC content.

Many players felt that 25% was too little, not enough to satisfy them.

But Yan Qi didn’t think so. 25% of the game content was enough to play for a long time, and the key was that he could play it early!

Being able to play *Eternal Reincarnation* a month early was something that made people happy no matter how you looked at it.

Of course, that was on the premise that the quality of this DLC was up to par.

If they were simply seeking speed and popularity by releasing the DLC in installments, but reducing the player’s gaming experience, then Yan Qi would definitely not approve of it.

He entered the game.

Yan Qi originally thought that he would directly enter the title screen, but he didn’t expect it to be a black screen, playing a new cutscene.

…

In the silent temple, blood-red maple leaves fell slowly.

A soothing, melodious tune began to play.

The beginning of *Turn Back to the Shore* also had a similar melody, but that melody was melodious and gentle, with a unique atmosphere of sorrow, while this melody was calm and peaceful, with a touch of Zen thought.

Listening carefully, it felt as if the blood hidden deep in his heart was slowly awakening, vaguely with a sound of conquest.

This seemed to imply that the tone of *Turn Back to the Shore* and *Eternal Reincarnation* had some differences.

With a "snap", a black chess piece landed on the chessboard.

The one holding the black piece was a pair of calloused, weathered hands, filled with strength and confidence.

After the black piece landed, a thin, wrinkled hand trembled across the chessboard.

The white piece landed, the thin, wrinkled right hand retracted, and a monk's robe flashed past.

On the chessboard, a large black dragon was strangled by the white pieces and was almost in a hopeless situation.

An aged voice sounded.

"I have long heard of Benefactor's name."

The screen turned, and the figure of a young swordsman appeared on the screen.

In the setting sun, his shadow was stretched very long, and his sword was hidden in its sheath.

He was alone, but seemed to contain an extremely terrifying edge.

Around the camera, countless blades were unsheathed, and fierce-looking martial artists surrounded him.

But in the next second, the young swordsman gently flicked his long sword, and the blood on the sword gathered into blood droplets and rolled off.

He sheathed his sword, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and walked towards the setting sun.

The corpses of the martial artists were in a mess, their faces still carrying expressions of horror and disbelief.

"When Benefactor was seventeen years old, he roamed the martial world with his sword, chivalrous and bold, able to slay petty villains."

The screen turned to a magnificent palace.

"Assassins! Protect the Emperor!"

The imperial guards held halberds or long knives, and although they formed an orderly formation, they were still retreating uncontrollably.

A thirty-something-year-old martial artist with a stubbly beard stepped over the high threshold with steady steps, his hands empty, but his body was covered in blood.

A guard suddenly rushed over from the side and rear, and slashed down fiercely with his long knife, but in the next second, the knife somehow ended up in the hands of the martial artist, and a streak of blood spurted from the guard's neck, and he collapsed.

The guards, holding their halberds high, stabbed at the martial artist, but the martial artist only opened his seemingly sleepy eyes, and with a sweep of the long knife in his hand, the long halberds were immediately cut in two.

Stepping over the corpses of the guards, the martial artist came to the Emperor, who was fleeing in panic. He looked at the long knife in his hand, which was already chipped, and threw it aside casually.

Then, he dodged a guard's long halberd to the side, grabbed it, and lightly flicked it, nailing the Emperor to the red-lacquered beam of the palace.

"When Benefactor was thirty years old, he was invincible within a short distance, able to slay corrupt rulers and treacherous officials."

The screen changed again to an endless plain, on a battlefield littered with corpses.

Alien cavalry clad in armor formed a battle formation, their hooves lightly pawing the ground, their saddles still hanging with the heads of innocent border residents.

On the opposite side of the cloud-like battle formation, a figure clad in heavy armor, with a huge iron spear on his shoulder and a long horse-slaying saber in his left hand, dragged on the ground.

In the horn of the alien race, the cavalry battle formation charged, and the hooves raised dust that blotted out the sky, like an earthquake and landslide.

The figure clad in heavy armor charged into the enemy formation, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

"When Benefactor was forty years old, he was fierce and unstoppable, able to slay thousands of troops."

The screen turned, finally arriving at a tavern in a remote town.

A bowl of cloudy wine reflected the mottled white hair.

A swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and holding a Seven-Star Sword came to challenge, the long sword flashing with cold light, pointing straight at the old man's throat.

But in the next second, two fingers holding a chopstick met the blade of the sword.

A sound of metal clashing rang out, and the Seven-Star Sword shattered inch by inch, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

"When Benefactor was sixty years old, he could pluck leaves and fly flowers, his martial arts were profound, able to slay all things in the world."

At this point, the aged voice paused slightly.

Another chess piece landed on the chessboard.

"But Benefactor, no matter how miraculous your martial arts are, you can never sever life and death."

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death, the six paths of reincarnation, are the inescapable destiny of all living beings."

"Benefactor is about to enter the demonic path, why not turn back to the shore?"

On one side of the chessboard, the emaciated old monk put his hands together, patiently advising.

The aging martial god was silent for a moment, then placed another black piece on the chessboard.

The large black dragon, which was almost completely strangled, had actually broken through the white pieces' blockade and found life in death!

"If I have never severed it, how would I know that I cannot sever life and death?" the martial god asked calmly.

The old monk knew that things were beyond redemption, and could only chant in a low voice: "Amitabha."

The martial god opened his left hand, and a black and white, yin and yang blended pill appeared in the palm of his hand, and he slowly put it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Then, he picked up the unremarkable demon sword that had been placed next to the chess table.

The sword was drawn, and blood-red light overflowed, all ominous signs.