As the chess piece was placed on the board, a collective look of comprehension spread through the onlookers. There was no suspense in the outcome of this game.
After a few minutes, Old Master Fu put down the chess piece he held and smiled, saying, "It appears I've lost to you again."
Song Yin's eyes widened upon hearing Old Master Fu's admission of defeat. She couldn't believe that Song Fan had won. After all, Old Master Fu represented the pinnacle of chess in the country. Even though he hadn't competed for many years, his skills were honed to perfection.
Song Yin found it difficult to accept. She stared at the chessboard, searching for any signs of a mistake.
Old Master Fu didn't seem perturbed by his loss. He looked at Song Fan and remarked, "Your chess skills continue to improve. I managed to win a couple of games in the past, but it seems I won't have the chance anymore."
