When Fang Xu heard that, he immediately objected. "So what if he's a Thousand-Year-Old Ghost? In Go, older doesn't necessarily mean stronger. I might not lose to him."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Mo nodded. "Your spiritual energy is abundant now, so you may indeed be able to beat that Go soul. All right, I'll help you find him." With that, he immediately spread his Divine Sense across all of Fangyuan City. Before long, he found Shi Guang's location and burst into laughter. "Chu Ying, come out."
Chu Ying cupped his hands in greeting. "Young man, you can see me?"
Xuan Mo coughed and thought, Young man? Even if you count three generations upward, I'm still older than you... But aloud, he said, "Mister Go soul, bullying children doesn't count as much of a skill. Only by playing against an expert will you have a chance of finding the Divine Move."
Chu Ying nodded. "That's true."
Seeing that the time was right, Fang Xu walked over, took his seat, guessed the first move, and completed everything in one smooth motion.
The Go game began. Fang Xu played Black and made the first move, setting up a common opening in an attempt to build a solid position step by step. Chu Ying responded with an ancient Opening Strategy, and every move he made seemed far-sighted. Fang Xu soon realized that Chu Ying had easily dismantled his formation. His stones seemed shackled, unable to display their proper might.
Sweat began to bead on Fang Xu's forehead. He realized that he might have underestimated the strength of this thousand-year-old Go soul. However, just as Chu Ying was preparing to settle the outcome in one stroke, a sudden flash of inspiration struck Fang Xu. He remembered a strategy-application technique Xuan Mo had once taught him