Coming up empty while fishing was nothing.
It was simply a matter of luck.
Chen Yi naturally would not take it to heart.
Only-
A quarter of an hour later.
Chen Yunfan looked at the white stones whose paths had been completely blocked on the board, then raised his head toward Chen Yi. "Younger Brother Yi, has your skill at chess now entered the Dao as well?"
"It's only been thirty moves, and I already want to throw in my stones and concede."
Holding a black stone, Chen Yi said with the ghost of a smile, "No."
"You simply haven't played in a long time, Elder Brother. Your skills have grown rusty."
The Chess Dao was far too fair, after all.
Even someone with poor skills could play dozens of moves against a chess sage whose Chess Dao had reached the perfection realm.
What could he do about it?
Fortunately, Chen Yunfan did not know what he was thinking, or he would certainly have rolled his eyes.
He shook his head and threw in his stones. "Again."
Chen Yi agreed with a smile.
They began another game.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
Looking at the board where every chance of survival had once again been cut off, Chen Yunfan opened his mouth. "Younger Brother Yi, have I offended you somehow?"
"What are you saying, Elder Brother? Even if you had offended me, I couldn't possibly hold a grudge against you."
"...Again."
Half an hour later.
Chen Yunfan conceded yet again and said rather helplessly, "Your skill in the Chess Dao is exquisite now, Younger Brother Yi. I'm no match for you."
Chen Yi glanced at the board. No more, no less-still thirty moves. He smiled. "You're holding out longer and longer, Elder Brother. You're improving quickly."
Chen Yunfan inwardly