Han Mo also picked up his teacup, took a sip, then set it down and leaned back in his chair, his gaze landing on Xu Wuyi's face.
"Tell me about it," he said. "How did you do it?"
Xu Wuyi thought for a moment before briefly recounting his experiences over the past few months. From leaving the Inspection Department to returning to that small courtyard, and from observing ordinary people every day to the final transformation of his Heart Image. He didn't hide anything; he had no need to hide anything from Han Mo.
Han Mo listened quietly, occasionally nodding or taking a sip of tea, not interrupting once from beginning to end. Only when Xu Wuyi finished did he let out a long breath. He looked at Xu Wuyi, his gaze somewhat complex.
"A twenty-three-year-old Grandmaster is a first in the history of the Federation," Han Mo said. "But for you, Grandmaster is only the beginning. You cannot afford to slack off."
Xu Wuyi nodded earnestly. "I understand."
