Spring rain drizzled endlessly.
The distant mountains and nearby forests beyond the gate were shrouded in a curtain of silvery rain threads.
The incessant patter of raindrops struck the small fenced courtyard before splattering into the crevices of the bluestone slabs, bringing up the scent of the earth.
In the kitchen stood a kettle of tea, and seated at the mat were two people.
One was Li Hao, the other, also Li Hao.
That's right.
At this moment, the two figures sipping tea and playing chess in this small courtyard were both Li Hao.
Looking at them, they were indistinguishable from each other.
It was only that the other Li Hao appeared somewhat dull, his gaze slightly wooden.
"As expected, not quite as quick-witted," Li Hao remarked.
As Li Hao placed a piece on the board, he won the game again, but he gained no experience from it.
Even a game in this form was determined by the panel as him playing against himself.
