"What a fine Qin! Truly exquisite." Mo Liancheng lightly strummed the strings again.
The flowing Qin sound, crisp and resonant.
The fair-faced scholar sincerely said, "Mr. Mo, if you like it, I am willing to gift this Qin to you."
"No need, a gentleman does not take what others love." Mo Liancheng politely declined.
A hint of regret flashed in the fair-faced scholar's eyes.
Was this Mo Liancheng's way of showing he did not wish to form a deep connection?
At this moment, Mo Liancheng said, "I have yet to thank you for your leniency during this period."
"It was just a minor effort, Mr. Mo, you are too kind." The fair-faced scholar admitted honestly. Indeed, it was merely some small schemes, no bloodshed, just a few little tricks, delivering messages, collecting some information. For them, it was nothing significant, not even requiring the action of their core members, just a few outsiders and the task was completed.
