CLACK!
A chess piece landed on the board.
The white-bearded old man's eyes crinkled with a smile, the wrinkles on his face shifting.
"Little Friend Jing, it seems this old man has won this round."
"Your chess skills are superb, Senior. I am truly impressed." The middle-aged man in the blue robe, seated across from him, sighed. Seeing the outcome was decided, he conceded the game.
"Haha..." The old man laughed heartily.
"Your skills are not bad either. You were just a bit distracted. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy for this old man to win."
"Indeed," Jing Feng nodded.
"To have achieved proficiency in External Training and reached the Micro realm in his Palm Technique at not even twenty years of age... If nothing unexpected happens, a person like that is certain to reach the Innate realm before forty and has a high chance of successfully joining an Immortal Sect to cultivate the True Dharma."
