"It seemed the mistress had won." Wild Daoist followed Su Ziji into the finals hall. Standing outside the crowd and looking in, he saw Ye Buhui kneeling beside the great chessboard, composed and serene. No joy showed on her face, but neither was there any dejection.
The middle-aged man seated opposite her, however, was pale-faced, staring down at the chessboard without moving.
If one still could not tell who had won and who had lost, one's eyesight was truly abysmal.
Su Ziji did not go over at once. He merely stared, then quietly let out a breath. "There were no fluctuations of sudden enlightenment upon Entering the Dao. Thank heaven, thank heaven!"
The tension in his heart immediately eased. After saying that, Wild Daoist also shut his mouth. Looking around, he saw that the spectators had gradually fallen silent after their cheers, all gazing at the two people in the center.
This atmosphere finally brought the Chess Sage of the past two consecutive years back to his senses. He had stared at the board in disbelief, yet in the end had been forced to acknowledge that he truly had lost.
Wu Qinian did not look at the people around him who were watching him and the young girl opposite. His gaze rested on the girl.
The younger generation truly was formidable!
At such an age, with such talent—it was as though she had been born for chess.
His defeat was not undeserved. Though he had lost this Chess Sage title and missed his chance at becoming a Lifetime Chess Sage, amid his discouragement and despair there was also a trace of admiration for this younger generation.
After a long silence, he finally spoke the words that had to be spoken. "I lost."
"Boom!"
Though victory and defeat had already been