Despite having suspicions in her heart, Li Guanshi's expression still showed a ripple of emotion upon seeing her disciple in person.
"What? Master doesn't recognize Chan anymore?"
Ye Zhuchan blinked her eyes.
Li Guanshi's beautiful eyes, as clear as autumn water, scrutinized the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face of her disciple before her. Within her gaze was a profound complexity, faintly tinted with an imperceptible sadness.
After a long silence, she softly said: "So you think I've already lost?"
"Lost?"
Ye Zhuchan elegantly sat on the stone bench, like a blooming orchid, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Master, do you think Brother Jiang was deliberately left by me as a chess piece, meticulously designed to ensnare you?"
"That has always been my belief."
Li Guanshi's expression remained calm.
