At a secret location.
Gu Huaixin, with his black and white hair intermingled, sat cross-legged on a pure white meditation cushion, engaged in a game of chess.
The chessboard, made of Xiao Ming and marrow yellow wood, had a clear grain that was soothing to the mind and pleasing to the eye.
Sitting opposite him was a man of about fifty, not showing much sign of age, with a scholarly demeanor, seated on a pure black cushion.
The chess pieces in his hand were the exact opposite color.
After much thought, he finally placed a white piece on the board.
The placement of that piece was strange, completely off from the area of fierce battle—if his intention was to gain territory, there were much better choices available. It appeared to be a completely wasted move.
It seemed as if he was always making wasted moves, so on the entire board, the white pieces had already fallen into a disadvantage.