The white-haired old man had the demeanor of an immortal, emitting a Daoist charm like a banished immortal even while sitting silently.
He was undoubtedly an extraordinary expert!
Chen Nan dared not be neglectful, speaking very politely, yet the elder remained silent, not even raising his head, as if he hadn't heard a word.
"Senior?"
Chen Nan tentatively called out again.
The other party still didn't respond, so he had to approach slowly. Upon entering the pavilion, he saw on the stone table in front of the old man a chessboard set for Chinese chess.
To be precise, it was an endgame.
Both sides' pieces were set up in formation, awaiting the final assault.
"Senior, pardon my interruption, may I ask..."
Before Chen Nan could finish his sentence, the elder shook his head, gesturing for him to be silent, and pointed at the chessboard.
Chen Nan hesitated for a moment before sitting down opposite the old man.
