Above the colorful clouds, two people were presently focused intently on a game of chess.
Sunlight sprinkled over the board, black and white pieces interlocked densely, filling the board—an indication that this match was nearing its end.
After a long while, the white-haired Zhao Chongjing suddenly tossed a piece onto the board and sighed, "Master Yi's chess skills are profound, and I, an old man, really am no match. This game... I have lost."
Zhao Tianyi, uninterested, stirred the board with his hand, showing no hint of joy on his face.
He let out a long sigh and said dejectedly, "We both lost. Who could have thought that with victory in sight, a single careless move would lead to total defeat!"
"Ah! I've been stationed at the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain for nearly ten thousand years, and just as my term was about to be perfectly completed, I never thought... alas!" Zhao Chongjing sighed repeatedly, filled with regret and annoyance.
