As sunset approached, Lin Fan and the elderly Heavenly Master sat in the garden playing chess.
The battle of the black and white pieces had already continued for over two hours.
Yet neither side could claim victory.
"Heavenly Master's chess skills are not bad at all!"
Clutching a black piece, Lin Fan looked at Mr. Zhang across from him with a smile.
With this move, both parties were evenly matched in offense and defense.
Now who would win and who would lose was still unknown.
"Kid, you've really inherited your master's mantle, even your chess skills have reached such a level, which is truly rare. If I didn't have the advantage of going first, I'm afraid I would be overwhelmed by you now."
The Heavenly Master narrowed his eyes and looked at the chessboard with a smile.
But the topic had fallen on his mysterious master.
"Right, you mentioned before that my master is from the Taoist line, but he seems to never acknowledge that."
