Chapter Seventeen: The Disciple of the Chess Sage Is Only Fit to Guard My Door

Master Jingjie was playing Go with Mei Zisu, and Gu Dao intended to watch for a while. Go was one of his hobbies, and in his spare time, he would study AI game records and play matches online. Unexpectedly, Mei Zisu’s eyes grew cold.

“Young man, how can you be so disrespectful? Are you trying to secretly learn from me?” Mei Zisu spoke with reckless arrogance, his gaze chilling.

Gu Dao sneered and turned to leave.

“You dare to act pretentious in front of an old-timer by the street?” he thought.

“Arrogant boy, how dare you show me such disrespect?” Mei Zisu said, displeased.

“Mr. Mei, it’s your move,” Master Jingjie interrupted.

Gu Dao turned and went to the outer courtyard, where Dong Li was playing with clay, making a Beggar’s Chicken.