"For one who is venerable, they must play the game themselves! If victory is determined, the pieces will naturally find peace."
Xu Qing watched as the old man placed his pieces with increasing speed, as if gathering some kind of momentum, while also suppressing Xu Qing's own arrogance.
When the black pieces launched a counterattack and regained dominance, Xu Qing suddenly spoke: "If this game is played by the elder, it is naturally extraordinary, but the great affairs of the world are destined not to be this game before us, and the one to control the game is not this old man here."
The old man paused with the final piece that would determine victory hovering in the air, and finally placed it back into the container in silence.
"Enough, enough, the fortune of future generations lies with them, let it be."