In the blink of an eye, two months passed.
Every day, Yu Yunwei had to get up early. At half past the hour of the Rabbit, she would sit in the courtyard right on time and quietly listen to Xiao Mo's lessons.
As she listened to Xiao Mo recite all those "thee's" and "thou's," along with poems and verses, Yu Yunwei felt her head growing heavier and heavier.
But Yu Yunwei had no choice. She could only grit her teeth and sit through class.
Near dusk, Xiao Mo would also teach Yu Yunwei Confucian etiquette. He even made her practice how to walk, stand, sit upright, and carry herself properly.
Although Yu Yunwei had no idea what use any of this was to a demonic sect disciple,
since Xiao Mo had demanded it, and she couldn't beat him, she could only comply.
Still, little by little, Yu Yunwei discovered where Xiao Mo drew the line.
Though she had never once seen the man smile—he was as cold as ice, and would sometimes even show her his Killing intent—
that only happened when he was warning her for the second time.
Other than that, he had never actually tried to kill her.
So Yu Yunwei's courage gradually grew.
One night, Yu Yunwei took a dagger and sneaked into Xiao Mo's room. Then she thrust it toward his chest.
But in the end, she stabbed nothing but empty air.
By the time Yu Yunwei realized something was wrong and began to panic, Xiao Mo was already standing behind her.
Yu Yunwei hurriedly hid the dagger in her sleeve, turned around, and smiled. "Senior Brother, you're still awake?"
"If I were asleep, I probably wouldn't wake up again." Xiao Mo glanced at her coolly. "Hold out your hand."
Yu Yunwei clenched her fists