On Penglai Island.
The Taoist sat excitedly before the chessboard, picking up the black piece.
The chess piece was smooth and jade-like, made of fine material.
Across from him, a nun held the white piece in her hand. Compared to the Taoist's concentrated focus, she appeared rather absent-minded.
The Taoist fixed his gaze on the board. Since their last encounter on Yintai Mountain, he wasn't sure how many years had passed since they played chess together. He practiced the principle of Daoist skill, living freely and allowing his thoughts to rise and fall naturally.
The lake water rippled gently with his thoughts, subtle and faint.
Self-discipline and harmony with the Taoist ways.
"How many years have passed... what a sigh, what an endless sigh,"
The Taoist placed a piece down, encircling the capture, and laughed:
"You've grown much weaker at chess."
"..."
But no reply came.
The Taoist suddenly raised his head.
