"Very well, you were thoughtful."
After some pleasantries, the old man seemed to have finally gathered some strength, and he managed to sit up straight.
He stretched out his thin fingers and pointed to the small table beside him.
"Five years ago, you beat me by just half a point, and I remember it to this day. Come, while this old body can still move, play another game with me."
"I couldn't wish for more; I've been wanting to seek your guidance again."
Ouyang Xianyue immediately understood, moved the small table to the bedside, and brought over two cushions.
Tang Song calmly took his seat on one side of the board.
Looking at Ouyang Xianyue beside him, he spoke warmly, "Sister Xian Yue, could you please use this Ganlu Spring Pot I brought to brew some tea for the old master to taste?"
Ouyang Chengping, upon hearing this, smilingly agreed, "Go ahead, Xianyue, use the pot that Tang Song gave me."
