"Chess piece?" Mo Lin frowned.
If he thought according to Qin Yuyu's train of thought.
Everything certainly had a hint of strangeness.
For instance, ever since Mo Lin arrived in Xu Yue City, he has been embroiled in battles.
He was inexplicably put on a hit list by the White Tiger.
As for the matters with the Three Corpses, that was unclear.
They captured Zishang Qingrou, wanting to refine a magical artifact.
But Mo Lin disrupted their plans.
Regarding the grudge with the Three Corpses, Mo Lin couldn't be sure.
But being hunted by the White Tiger was quite mysterious.
Unfathomably mysterious.
What a master!
Mo Lin stared at Qin Yuyu, only to realize that this person was quite extraordinary.
"Don't look at me that way, my master told me about these things." Qin Yuyu, aware of what Mo Lin was pondering, explained to him.
"I'm not the expert; it's my master who is the true master."
