Kapitel 657: After the Tribulation, I Hope We Will Meet Again

Two people were playing chess next to the stream in a beautiful mountain landscape.

One of them was an old monk with a white beard and eyebrows.

The old monk wore a luxurious kasaya. A string of high-quality beads hung around his neck, and the prayer beads in his other hand were polished from rare gems.

At this moment, the old monk's expression became even more gloomy.

He was about to lose in chess.

However, it wasn't why he had such an expression. He acted in such a way because his opponent's chess skills were clearly mediocre. However, no matter how he played, he, who had always been skilled in chess, was always narrowly defeated by his opponent!

It was as if he had been giving in to the other party!

"You lost!" The old monk spoke in a voice that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant to hear. His appearance was indescribable by all the praises in the world.

He had an appearance that was superior to the "heavenly face."