The Pavilion Elder pondered quietly for a moment, his voice aged, murmuring almost inaudibly:
"The flame is too weak, I'm afraid that a mere gust of wind will extinguish it..."
So, let it burn slowly, little by little...
The feeble flame flickered lively within the ornate, old candlestick.
The Pavilion Elder smiled faintly, half with emotion and half in self-mockery:
"I've lived too long..."
"Those older than me have passed away, and those younger are gone too. I had thought, living carried little joy, taking each day as it comes."
"Yet surprisingly, there are quite many intriguing things in this world."
"As long as one lives longer, extending life, one will surely encounter them..."
Having said this, the Pavilion Elder felt his drowsiness dissipate, and a long-lost interest emerged.
His cloudy gaze brightened slightly, looking toward the chessboard before him.
Upon the board, lay a game long sealed in dust.
This game was played solely by the Pavilion Elder.
