C823 Closed world

Datian Mu's chest felt sour. After thinking it through, he calmly smiled, and then kneeled on one knee to learn how to be a westerner.

"My apologies."

Lin Shisan's small hand was exceptionally soft. It did not have the slightest bit of callus that a sword practitioner would have. It was as if he was holding onto cold silk in summer.

After he finished, Datian Mu was satisfied