Then, to everyone's surprise, he really took another roast chicken from his bosom and began to munch on it happily.
"The gifts weren't delivered?"
A voice came from behind him.
The old man didn't turn around but just tore off the chicken's butt, carefully picked it clean, and then stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with a mouthful of grease:
"He didn't want it, so I couldn't very well force it on him, could I?"
"You've been idling away with a game of Go for more than forty years, having spent over thirty of those years right here in Donghuang.
"The things you set out to find remain unfound, so how many moves do you have left on the board now?"
"Heaven and earth serve as the board, all living beings as the pieces."
The old man said this, tore off a chicken head, and turned to look at the young man sitting above in the boat cabin:
"Xiao Liu, I invite you to eat the chicken head."
He reached out and tossed it, and with a buzz, the chicken head soared towards the young man.
