Di Fuyi smiled and said nothing back.
Long Siye decided to let him read his pulse. "You can make a diagnose of my condition if you wish. It is no big deal."
Instead of checking, Di Fuyi handed him a cup of tea. "Have the tea and calm your mind."
Long Siye was perplexed. "Tea?"
Di Fuyi looked at him in disbelief. "Are you worried that I added something into this cup of tea? If I really wanted to set you up, I would not poison your tea. I could have easily killed you in your dreams just now."
Long Siye kept quiet and took a sip of the tea. It tasted good, so he continued and finished it.
Long Siye was a cultured man, so Di Fuyi waited for him to finish his tea slowly before he began to diagnose his condition. A while later, he stopped and watched Long Siye closely. Long Siye could sense that something was wrong from his intense gaze.
He was bothered by Di Fuyi's unmoving eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Have I got an incurable disease?"
Di Fuyi shook his head. "Your condition is worse than an incurable disease," answered Di Fuyi in all seriousness.
Long Siye did not know what to say.
He smiled sarcastically and asked, "How bad is it? Am I about to die?" He used to be very determined and would do anything to stay alive for as long as he could. He even made every attempt he could to resurrect Gu Xijiu.
However, his determination had slowly faded. He could no longer understand the meaning of life, so death was not a concern to him anymore.
Di Fuyi disagreed. "Death is nothing to be afraid of. What if someone else uses your body and continued to commit evil acts?"
Long Siye frowned. "Do you mean that my body will be taken away?" He then shook his head and said firmly, "It is impossible!"
Di Fuyi laughed. "It is hard to say. What is impossible then may become possible now."
"What are you trying to say? Go straight to the point." Long Siye had lost his patience.
"What is the rush? Shall we play a game of chess?" Di Fuyi answered.
Long Siye was speechless. He honestly thought that Di Fuyi was annoying. Every time they had a conversation, he would definitely irritate him at some point.
Even though Di Fuyi was a mysterious man who was beyond anyone's comprehension, he knew exactly what he was doing. There was always a reason.
Long Siye tried to calm his frustration. He responded icily, "Alright then." He wanted to find out Di Fuyi's intention.
Di Fuyi did not play any tricks. Instead, he concentrated all his attention on the game of chess. He moved the pieces swiftly across the board at every turn.
At first, Long Siye thought that he was going to play some tricks during the game, but after a while, he soon realized that it was only a game with fair moves, so he decided to focus on the game attentively.
They had known each other for a long while. Although they were not entirely fond of one another, they had been working closely with each other throughout the years, as both of them were heaven's gift disciples. They played a few games before, occasionally, so they knew each other's moves very well.
Di Fuyi was good at chess, and so was Long Siye. They were well matched, so both of them equally won and lost some games.
After a while, Di Fuyi turned and threw a glance at Long Siye. "We have not met in eight years, and yet your spiritual power and your Kung Fu have not regressed a bit, it is even better than before. The way you play chess changed, too."
Disapproved, Long Siye hissed. "You have not changed a bit. The way you play chess is still as oddly as it can ever be. Just like you, an odd man."
Long Siye was still concerned about his 'disease'. After two games, he asked, "Shouldn't we get back to the topic?"
Di Fuyi had won both games, so he was delighted. When he heard Long Siye's concern, he rose and answered, "Actually, you can easily recover from it. I will now teach you a set of Kung Fu for you to mediate. If you persist in daily meditation, an hour for each session, you will recover from the disease soon enough."