"Your Majesty, call me 'Master'."
Jiang Qingyi calmly looked at Xiao Mo.
"I am older than Your Majesty, and I have been practicing the Sword Dao for longer than you. Now that I am instructing you in the Sword Dao, shouldn't Your Majesty at least call me 'Master'?"
Looking at the eyes of the veiled woman before him, Xiao Mo was speechless for a moment.
But after some thought, Xiao Mo figured it wouldn't do him any harm. 'It would actually be good if I can close the distance between us.'
"Master?"
Xiao Mo's voice echoed across the Wendao Platform, tinged with a questioning and even tentative tone.
When the word "Master" reached Jiang Qingyi's ears, her eyes blinked gently, and she stood frozen in place like a statue.
A strange feeling quietly spread through the woman's heart.
