A Futile Move, Destroying a Radiant Moon with One Hand (Please Vote)

"Who in all of Frost Snow Land doesn't know that you, Wizard Baisheng, are a crude brute who doesn't understand chess? Why did you suddenly think of coming to play chess with me today?"

Steam rose from the tea, its floating foam carrying a rich fragrance. The Esteemed Emperor Grand Wizard held a chess piece between his fingers and placed it on the board.

The tall figure seated opposite him wore a blue-and-white Wizard Robe. His face was rugged, and his hair, like sharp spikes, fell loose behind his shoulders.

His large, callused hand grabbed a handful of pieces. With a flick of his finger, one piece followed after another and landed beside the Esteemed Emperor Grand Wizard's move, right next to it.

"Whether I know how to play chess isn't for you to decide. So many years have passed. Chess isn't something you learn once and immediately master. Venerable Wizard, you're just like everyone else—full of prejudice."

His stubbled face was broad, his lips thick. The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing slightly yellowed teeth.

The Esteemed Emperor Grand Wizard raised a brow and placed several more pieces. His opponent still copied him exactly, pressing his own pieces tightly beside every move. His expression immediately turned speechless.

"Wizard Baisheng, you wouldn't come looking for me to play chess just because you had nothing better to do."

"You're the renowned Chess King of Frost Snow Land. I'm a latecomer with much to learn. Is it not perfectly normal for me to come study under you and improve my chess skills?"

The burly man chuckled and placed the last chess piece in his hand onto the board.

He picked up the scalding tea and drained it in one gulp, utterly bold and unrestrained.

The Esteemed Emperor Grand Wizard said nothing,