"You lost," Chen Yu sat in the wilderness playing chess with Li Bingxi, teasing with a smile: "Your chess game is just like your personality, unwilling to take risks, and unwilling to make mistakes. I've heard you have a famous theory, that a hundred error-free processes equal an ultimate victory. At first, it sounds reasonable, but life can't be too cautious."
Chen Yu still wore his plain white clothes, with a Green Ox dozing beside the chessboard, carrying two baskets on its back filled with a total of 32 painting scrolls.
The sky was overcast, and the two of them sat calmly playing Go in front of the army's forward base.
The next moment, a light rain started to drizzle outside as thunder rumbled.
It was the time when insects awaken from hibernation.
Li Bingxi leisurely looked up at Chen Yu, "You've prepared well too, haven't you? That's Qing's shadow, giving strategic respect is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Old senior, it's time to act," Chen Yu suddenly said.
