Old Mr. Ji, a renowned master of chess, naturally discerned the situation, causing his expression to grow increasingly solemn.
He furrowed his brow, deep in thought, seemingly attempting to break free from the chessboard meticulously set up by the little girl.
However, regardless of which move he made, the little girl effortlessly responded with her own as if each of her steps had long been anticipated.
After fifteen minutes, Old Mr. Ji suddenly let out a sigh, his spirit and body feeling as though they had just experienced a great battle, accompanied by an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
It was now Old Mr. Ji's turn to make a move, but instead of reaching for a chess piece, he simply said, "Ann's chess skills are truly exquisite. It was my arrogance that led me to consider taking her as my disciple."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It should be me who becomes Ann's student."