Mo Yuchen's inevitable loss against the old man left a bitter taste in his mouth. However, he could only suck it up and blame himself for losing to General Yun.
"I lost." He admitted, flicking his king on the board.
"Not bad, but you need a lot of patience, boy. You are too hard-headed and refuse to admit your mistakes." General Yun said as he leaned on his seat and regarded the young man in front of him.
Mo Yuchen stood up from his seat and thanked the old man, before leaving to find his friends.
Su Xiaofei scoffed and crossed her legs. The slight frown on Mo Yuchen's face was an obvious indication that he was dissatisfied with his loss. Su Xiaofei was aware of his domineering and arrogant nature. He was not the type to accept defeat easily.
"So, what do you think?" Lu Qingfeng asked her. "Did you learn something from their game?"
