After a long while, the game ended.
The elder who was defeated waved his hands, disinterested, mumbling to himself. "I don't feel good today. I will let you win today, let's play another game tomorrow."
The elder placed his hands behind his back, with his palms facing upward, walking leisurely back to the village.
The remaining elder had rosy cheeks and looked energetic. He picked up the chessboard, while looking at Su Zimo, smiling as he said, "There are very few young men who are as composed as you. Let's go, follow me to the village."
"Thank you, grandpa."
Su Zimo smiled, expressed his gratitude and followed the elder into the village.
On the way, Su Zimo passed by several villagers. They gave him a glance before returning to whatever they were doing. They did not find it odd, they seemed to have become inured to the unusual.
"There is no extra room here. Young man, are you okay with sleeping in the woodshed?" The elder asked.
