Miserable Defeat

"Whatever you say then…" Zhu Wenqian shrugged her shoulders.

Yang Wei was now like an angry child that had suffered a defeat he could not handle.

However, he was still calm and rational since chess isn't a game that could be played with a clouded mindset. 

"Don't even try to go easy on me, Zhu Wenqian." Yang Wei warned as he waited for Zhu Wenqian to go first.

Zhu Wenqian nodded her head.

"Don't blame me when I destroy you thoroughly." Zhu Wenqian teased as she made her first move.

Time slowly passed by and inside the cliff, it was completely silent besides the chess pieces being moved around on the chessboard.

As Yang Wei and Zhu Wenqian continued to take each other's chess pieces, the game started to go late-game.

However, Yang Wei was at a clear disadvantage by the amount of sweat trickling down his forehead.

In sharp contrast though, Zhu Wenqian was extremely casual and didn't even sit properly in her seat.