Thinking about it, Yino suddenly remembered that worn chess manual from Mo Yiqing.
Maybe playing chess isn't the issue, that manual is Mu Daosheng's real red line...?
Could he already know I've been decrypting the manual lately?
Under Mu Daosheng's scrutiny up close, Yino couldn't help feeling guilty.
Still, on the surface, he kept playing dumb and scratched his face awkwardly.
"Yino, you're a smart boy..."
"Though I haven't explicitly warned you before, you've been at Wuji Sect for nearly a year now. I'm sure you understand certain rules without me having to spell them out."
Mu Daosheng stood with his hands behind his back, his old face stern and serious. He didn't soften despite Yino's half-joking, awkward smile.
He looked genuinely angry.
