"Oh, so it was Master Xuan Cheng." Su Xinghe was somewhat surprised. Given Xuan Cheng's status and standing, he had never expected him to participate.
Xuan Cheng smiled. "Could it be that there are requirements regarding sect or age for those participating in the Zhenlong Chess Game?"
Su Xinghe shook his head. "No, there are no such requirements. Please, Master." He knew perfectly well why his master had set up the Zhenlong Chess Game, and it had long been made clear that there were no restrictions—anyone who could solve the game was allowed.
Xuan Cheng nodded and, without further words, picked up a white stone and began to play.
Su Xinghe smiled faintly. He knew the countless variations of this game and every possible move by heart. His opponent's opening was no different from those of the previous few people, so he immediately responded with a black stone.
Xuan Cheng quickly made another move. Su Xinghe now regarded him more highly and nodded. "Not bad. This move of yours is exceptionally clever, Master. Let us see whether you can break through the pass and open a path forward." He placed a black stone, blocking the way.
Xuan Cheng continued with another move. Su Xinghe smiled faintly when he saw it, but Chen Jialuo, watching from afar, hurriedly called out, "That move will probably not work!" He had used that very move earlier and had nearly drawn his sword to kill himself. He had always maintained good relations with Shaolin Temple, and seeing Xuan Cheng repeat his mistake, he could not bear it and hurriedly warned him.
Xuan Cheng nodded to him. "Thank you for the reminder, Chief Helmsman Chen. This humble monk knows his limits."
Su Xinghe glared at Chen Jialuo. "A true gentleman does not speak while watching chess!"