"Now that you know the truth, there is no reason to hide it from you anymore, ZhiYi," Fan ZhiHao said as he placed the black game piece in its place before turning to ZhiYi. The game had finished, ZhiHao had won, but neither of the men seemed interested in the final results. Both of them had placed their attention on ZhiYi now.
"I don't understand," ZhiYi said, as his fingers curled into his palms, nails digging into his skin. "I and PingZe never met the supreme sect leader before. We only crossed paths after the two of us descended the mountain."
Ye WeiRu and Fan ZhiHao exchanged wary glances, before WeiRu sighed, his cold, uncaring air cracking little by little.
"ZhiYi, you have lived long enough. Do you think such coincidences exist? That the first disciple of your master happened to greet you the moment you two were off the mountain?"
