C1749 Closed World

Datian Mu's chest felt sour. After thinking it through, he calmly smiled and knelt on one knee to learn from the Westerners.

"My apologies."

Lin Shisan's small hand was surprisingly soft and did not have the slightest bit of callus from practicing swordsmanship. He felt like he was holding cold silk in the summer.

After he was done, Datian Mu was satisfied. Under Lin Shisan's fierce gaze