"It's unattainable."
Tian Duanjiang revealed a smile, lightly waving his sleeve.
In a flash, the tabletop shimmered with interlacing light and shadow, and an exquisite chessboard materialized out of thin air, as if it drew its solid form from the void.
There were already pieces on the board—a game in progress.
Qu Hongling was playing with the white pieces.
Tian Duanjiang was playing with the black pieces.
From the look of the board, the white pieces had a significant advantage. As long as the white side played conservatively and strategically, they could practically win this game of chess.
The previously modest Li Nanshuang, upon seeing the game, complained, "This I could handle. If I'd known, I would have played."
Tian Duanjiang's eyes narrowed into a smile that wasn't quite a smile, gazing at the charming and spirited girl before him, and said leisurely,
