In an elegant courtyard, there sat an old man dressed in fine clothes playing chess with a girl dressed in white clothes.
"Master, it's your turn." The girl in white smiled. She was the girl, Lin Xintong, who Yi Yun had the chance to meet. And the old man she addressed as master, was of course Old Man Su.
"Eh…" Old Man Su knitted his brow in concentration as his fat finger tightly squeezed a chess piece, indecisive of his next move.
He had used various excuses to retract the last eight chess moves he had made, but once again, he had been forced into a corner by Lin Xintong. Seeing that his king was about to succumb, he did not have any way to get out of his predicament.
"Ahem… Xintong, your chess skills have improved and it resembles my skills of the past. Looks like I have to get serious…" said Old Man Su brazenly which made Lin Xintong snigger, but all she did was to urge her master to make his next move.
