Liu Su finished those tasks and then turned to watch Ye Hao play chess with the old man, his gaze gentle as he looked at Ye Hao...
Ye Hao smiled as he moved the pieces, calm and collected, without any worry of being defeated swiftly by the old man at the very start.
At first, it was back-and-forth, and Ye Long secretly scoffed, thinking to himself: These simple games, yet they seem as if they are facing a great enemy. I really don't understand what they are thinking.
The old man's gaze was sharp, and before the pieces were moved, he had already thought out the next five moves. His experience in chess was seasoned, and his skills profound. Even though Ye Hao had the eighth-generation system, capable of predicting the next twenty moves, he still couldn't advance a step forward in a short time.
