"Then come and play with me in the future," the old man said. "You have to make sure to come to find this old man and play another game of chess!"
The old man abruptly reverted to his easygoing, slick-tongued demeanor again. Yue Ran smiled and nodded in response, then turned around and walked out of the teahouse with Long Yuan.
"This world is really not up to us old people to control," the old man said with a sigh.
"What are you talking about, old man?" Li Chang Feng asked doubtfully, not understanding why his master had ended up looking so melancholic and wistful all of a sudden.
The old man sat back down, reached for the gourd of wine tied around his waist, popped the cork that was attached to the container with a string, and took two gulps of the alcoholic drink inside. After doing so, his eyes appeared a little blurry and cold, as if he seemed to have aged a few years in an instant.