The chessboard in front was shrouded in mist, like an independent little world, with pieces automatically falling, and a small figure was running and dodging amidst it.
Ling Ningzhi asked puzzled, "Grandpa, what are you doing..."
"Don't worry, your little sweetheart won't be in trouble; it's considered an opportunity given to him by Director Qi," Ling Yishan put down the teacup and said, "Chen Mo's talent is the strongest I've seen in my lifetime, but that doesn't mean he will go the furthest."
"Throughout history, countless stunning Heavenly Prides burst onto the scene, only to rapidly fall like meteors."
"Whether he rises with fate, like a hidden dragon soaring into the depths, or is swept away by destiny and becomes a mere chess piece, depends on his character."
Qi Chengze nodded and said, "In the end, cultivation is about cultivating the heart; as a young grandmaster, Chen Mo rising smoothly in the world, full of youthful vigor, is a good thing but also a weakness."
