Accompanying the unfolding chess game, Su Chengyu, who had entered the mystic realm, slowly opened his eyes after an unknown period.
The pavilion remained, but the figure of Su Linyuan had already disappeared.
Su Chengyu looked at the chessboard before him, now with a clear outcome, and remained silent. Although he had been engulfed in the mystic state halfway through the game,
it was precisely this clarity that let him feel the weight each chess piece held. Su Chengyu played chess, while Su Linyuan played out his life.
"Grandfather..."
Su Chengyu began softly, reaching out to touch the chessboard one last time.
However, as if sensing Su Chengyu's intent, the chessboard suddenly turned to dust and completely dissipated into the air as he reached out.
Su Chengyu's outstretched hand paused in midair, utterly stunned.
Gone.
The last mark left by Su Linyuan in this world.