Li Xiurui looked at the quiet little wooden house and laughed: "Dare I bring Li Yunjing here, does this mean I have a bit more courage than you?"
Qing Zhun raised his eyebrows.
The old man in the cabin sighed: "Why do you still act like a child, competing all the time."
"You're still as annoying as before," Li Xiurui laughed heartily as he pushed the door open, as if the two had known each other for a long time.
Inside the cabin, Qing Xun had already set up a chessboard, and Li Xiurui sat opposite him: "One round to decide the winner?"
"One round to decide the winner."
Qing Xun made his move, and the two exchanged dozens of moves. Li Xiurui said with a smile: "Your chess skills aren't that great."
Yet, Qing Xun was at a disadvantage everywhere, quickly becoming unable to defend.
Another dozens of moves later.
Li Xiurui suddenly looked solemnly at his opponent in the dim light, as a black dragon emerged from a corner on the chessboard, now unstoppable.
