The day had entered late autumn, and the mist in the mountains was gradually thickening.
Within that hazy mist, a tall figure swiftly zigzagged through, stepping with great familiarity.
Mo Si Huang stepped into the little courtyard where he had lived for ten years, seeing dimly lit lanterns in the main hall, where a man sat at a wooden table, staring thoughtfully at a chessboard.
"Master, I'm back." Mo Si Huang casually put down the bag he brought back, calling out to Mo Yu who was playing chess.
Mo Yu didn't look up, his tone as calm as usual, "Why did you suddenly come back? Sit down and finish this game of chess with me?"
Obediently, Mo Si Huang sat down, picking up the black chess pieces from the box, pondering his next move while replying, "I came back to check on my master. Is everything well with you lately?"
"Your uncle and Su Li are well, so I am well." Mo Yu spoke while placing a piece on the board.
