After folding the note, Jiang Beiran patted Mo Xia's shoulder and said,""Let's talk about playing chess tomorrow. Don't forget to close the door when you go out."
With that, he turned around and left the house.
"Senior Brother…I..." Before Mo Xia could finish his sentence, he saw his senior brother disappear from his mind.
"Just one plate, just one plate is enough, sigh…" Sighing, Mo Xia carried the Ying Long Chessboard and walked out of the small house. After closing the door, he crouched down again, thinking that if his senior brother came back immediately, he might be able to play a game.
He went straight to the Flying Feathers Hall. As soon as Jiang Beiran entered the disciples 'dormitory, he saw his senior brother walking toward him.
"Eh? Bei Ran, you're back." Lu Bogui greeted him with a smile.
"Greetings, Senior Brother." Jiang Beiran immediately stepped forward and bowed." Senior Brother, are you going out?""
