Gradually, Xiao Song began to reveal some clues - from the onset of the chess game, he had silently laid down a complex trap. His sudden ferocity and sly, despicable enticements left everyone dumbfounded.
Yet Sang Chen held his own, both in offense and defense; the chessboard was a battleground of relentless action, vibrantly intense.
The game lasted a long time, from morning well into the afternoon. During this, Ran Yan ate porridge twice, yet the outcome of the battle wavered, never settling on a result.
"You might not know," Xiao Song suddenly turned and spoke to Ran Yan, a faint smile leaking from his eyes, "Sang Suiyuan and I both once served as imperial chess attendants."
