"Come on!"
Li Hao became more serious, playing with even more careful deliberation.
Yet, he lost even more miserably.
An intense game was taking place between the old man and the youth in front of the house, while on the meditation mat, a figure suddenly opened his eyes, and a slight hint of his restrained aura escaped. His eyes shone as he looked up at the Black Tower ahead.
Then, as if recalling something, he turned his head to look back, but did not find the figure on the meditation mat, so his gaze shifted to the front of the house.
He saw that on the wooden stake in front of the house, the old man and the youth both sat there, hunched and focused entirely on the chessboard.
The old man was composed with a smile, while the youth was scratching his head, his expression extremely serious, looking fully absorbed, as if he was investing his whole mind.
