The two old men had been playing a game of chess. With every piece they placed, dusk and sunset alternated, and no one knew how many days had passed.
Li Zhōujūn merely watched from the side without saying a word.
Who knew how many days and nights had passed?
The gray-robed old man, his eyes full of regret, gave the brown-robed old man a bitter smile. "In the end, I still wasn't a match for Brother Wu."
"Brother Leng excels in the way of the sword, shaking the world with it. To be able to play such a game against this old man is truly no easy feat," the brown-robed old man said with a smile.
"Indeed." The gray-robed old man smiled.
At that moment, the brown-robed old man asked, "Brother Leng, shall we continue?"
"No." The gray-robed old man shook his head with a smile. "That game already wrung my brain dry."
The brown-robed old man looked at Li Zhōujūn with an eager smile. "I've noticed that Fellow Daoist has been watching our game for quite some time. Would you be interested in playing a game with this old man?"
"Of course." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
Seeing this, the gray-robed old man rose with an eager smile and gave his seat to Li Zhōujūn. "Fellow Daoist, the person sitting opposite you is named Wu Shengtian."
"Wu Shengtian?" Li Zhōujūn was surprised. "What an overbearing name. Does it mean 'defeat Heaven by half a move'?"
"Exactly." The gray-robed old man smiled. However, when he saw that Li Zhōujūn showed no other reaction upon hearing the name Wu Shengtian, he said nothing more and merely smiled silently.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist, this gray-robed old man beside you is named Leng Zhijian." Wu Shengtian introduced the gray-robed old man to Li Zhōujūn.
The gray-robed