Old Bai said nothing, only placing a piece on the chessboard, then gesturing as if inviting a move.
Li Xiu saw Old Bai's gesture and had no choice but to sit opposite him at the chess table, casually picking up a piece and dropping it as if not thinking at all.
"When I was in the Mortal World, I once played against the Chess Saint." Old Bai, seeing Li Xiu's casual approach, stopped playing and said slowly while looking at Li Xiu.
"What was the result?" Li Xiu asked.
"Wins and losses both." Old Bai smiled, "But when I lost, it was just by one or two pieces, whereas if the Chess Saint lost, it was like an avalanche."
Seeing Li Xiu still seemed uninterested, Old Bai took a book from his chest and placed it on the table. The book looked new, but its binding was ancient, stitched together with thread.
