The onlookers around the chess game had all dispersed, except for Jiang Shouzhong.
"Destined to be invincible, destined to be invincible, in this vast world, who else can battle with me? Masters of the realm, merely so-so."
Li Nanshuang couldn't help but shake her head with a sigh of emotion.
Seeing the tea stall's old man with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, Li Nanshuang patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Qin, losing to a master like me is not disgraceful, it's the honor of your life."
The young girl with a sword on her back strode away.
Jiang Shouzhong returned the teacup and hurriedly followed suit.
Watching the graceful man walk away, the tea stall's young girl finally retracted her gaze; she glimpsed her grandfather collecting the pieces while muttering, wrinkled her small and delicate nose, and with her tender mouth, blurted out two words, "How shameful!"
Old Qin glared, "If it weren't for that girl's tricks, how many could beat me in this world?"
