After placing a few pieces, Jiang Wanxiang looked at the chessboard and said, "Master, in this game, you have lost. When I was young, you told me playing chess is like the grand affairs of the world, requiring a calm heart. It seems you couldn't maintain yours."
"Hahahaha."
"I am also a great man."
He rose, turned around, and walked forward slowly, with his white hair hanging down, and said faintly, "One must also use ugly and unscrupulous means to reach the end of one's path. On the hundred-year historical records at that time, I await the judgment of future generations."
"This parting today means we shall not meet again in the future. I ask you, Master, someday in the future, to look upon this world in times of peace. When I was young, I too saw you at the Academy, when we drank and talked idly."
"I played ten games of chess with you, and lost miserably every time."
"You said my dreams were but illusions."
"Heh...… "
