Above East Kunlun Mountain, the sky stretches clear for thousands of miles, faint sounds of immortals play, as immortal cranes soar freely through the high skies.
Laozi and Li Qingming sit opposite each other, silently staring at the chessboard placed squarely in the middle.
Li Qingming picks up a white stone and gently places it in the corner to complete the encirclement.
Laozi frowns slightly, contemplating for a long while, and says, "Qingmingzi, this move of yours appears to seal and block, yet it has the posture of a wolf driving a tiger to devour!"
"Ha ha ha, Master! If I don't press hard, wouldn't I be eaten by your big dragon?" Li Qingming laughs heartily.
Laozi tosses aside the black stone in his hand, and with a helpless wry smile, says, "You rascal, can't you let this old man win for once?"
