「Demon City.」
Atop a high mountain, clouds billowed and mist swirled.
An old man and a young man sat opposite each other. The elder exuded a powerful aura, filled with an air of authority. The youth had sharp brows and starlit eyes, his entire demeanor as keen as a blade's edge.
A chessboard was placed between them. The elder gripped a chess piece, unable to make a move for a long time.
"CLACK."
The elder tossed the piece into the chess box, his expression souring. "I'm not playing anymore! I can never beat you."
The youth gave a faint smile, knowing the elder was not truly angry.
The elder, now even more annoyed, said, "Can't you let your grandfather win for once? Who would dare to play chess with you in the future?"
The youth's expression turned serious. "Grandfather, chess is like life. Once a piece is played, there are no regrets. How could I go easy on you?"
The elder heaved a long sigh. "Chuan, that's not right. I'm your grandfather, after all."
