Just like that, Fang Xu's Weida Team successfully advanced to Weijia. One day, Fang Xu said to Xuan Mo, "There's a Promotion Tournament the day after tomorrow. Do you want to sign up and compete?"
Xuan Mo asked in confusion, "Why are you sending me instead of letting Chu Ying go first?"
Fang Xu chuckled. "You're younger and have less experience in major tournaments. As for Chu Ying... well, he can go next time. After all, he already had plenty of experience in major tournaments back in his day. Besides, it might be better for the two of you to take turns..."
Xuan Mo nodded when he heard this. "I get it. You want a perfect winning record, right?"
Fang Xu nodded. "Exactly. It's all for the perfect winning record."
Xuan Mo threw himself into the world of chess, forgetting to eat and sleep. Fang Xu watched him work so hard and secretly nodded in approval. This kid had excellent comprehension; he understood everything at a single hint. He was only lacking some practical experience, and this Promotion Tournament was just the thing to give him a thorough round of training.
On the day of the Promotion Tournament, the sun shone brightly and the spring breeze was gentle. Xuan Mo arrived at the venue early, only to unexpectedly discover an "old friend" among the contestants—Zhong Li Mei.
"Oh, isn't this Young Friend Xuan Mo?" Zhong Li Mei stroked his beard and greeted him with a smile. "We parted after the last Weida Tournament. How have you been?"
Xuan Mo clasped his hands in salute. "Senior Zhong Li Mei, it's good to see you again. I never expected to have the honor of facing you once more in this Promotion Tournament."
Zhong Li Mei laughed heartily. "Hahaha! I still can't get