Having said that, Liu Yidao once again gulped down wine.
Watching Liu Yidao drink with his heart set on getting drunk, Mo Bai silently drank the fine wine from the jar.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Bai suddenly said, "Brother Yidao, you haven't finished what you were saying, have you?"
Glancing at Mo Bai, who had suddenly spoken up, Liu Yidao said flatly, "I've finished."
"Is that so?"
"But I don't see it that way."
"Everything Brother Yidao said just now was telling me not to be overly attached to rules and etiquette."
"Ordinarily, someone who hadn't experienced it firsthand wouldn't have such profound insight."
"Your camp was the Forbidden Grounds. To Forbidden Ground prodigies like you, rules were no different from dog shit."
"And the righteous prodigies of the Previous Era didn't seem particularly law-abiding either."
"What makes you say that?"
Liu Yidao tipped back his head and took a drink, then looked at Mo Bai beside him.
"Although the history books embellished Sage Emperor and the others to a certain extent, they were still written according to actual events."
"According to historical records, Sage Emperor and the others were Old Acquaintances of yours, Brother Yidao."
"That much could be discerned from the situation at the time and the tone in which you spoke, Brother Yidao."
"Based on Brother Yidao's account and the historical records, it was during the game between the Imperial Tutor and the Forbidden Grounds."
"Cultivators across the world were almost all in danger. Forget prodigies—even long-established masters and great powers had to become Chess Piece in this game."
"As the Probing Move in this game, you could be said to have faced nine deaths for every chance at life."
"To survive, the best method was not for either side to win, but for