"Checkmate!"
Shen Changqing placed a piece, declaring the end of the chess match.
"I have lost!"
Qiushui's exquisite face was full of helplessness.
Lost!
The two had been engaged in this chess match for several days, and it ended with her losing by one move.
For normal people, it would be impossible for a single chess game to last several days.
But at their realm, each move they made could predict countless possibilities, making it truly difficult to determine the outcome.
Unfortunately.
Qiushui ultimately faltered by one move. Despite being at the Seventh Grade Dao Arms, her calculative abilities didn't match Shen Changqing's, so her defeat was inevitable.
"The time is about right; when we have time again, let's have another game!"
Shen Changqing calculated the time—it happened to be the last day of the three months, the day of his sermon.
After finishing a game of chess.
He felt much better in his entire state of being.
