Chapter 937

Michael reached out his hand, grabbed a corner of the guqin, as if using the instrument as a brush. With his right hand guiding the guqin, he drew a circle in mid-air, and then unloads the swift and fierce momentum. He then places the guqin on his knees.

"This guqin is not bad at all!"

Michael took a cursory look and turned to the distant carriage, "If I play it well, how about giving this guqin to me as a gift?"

The old lady retorted angrily, "You really have quite the nerve!"

Michael looked at her and said, "Much obliged!"

The old woman felt her blood pressure skyrocket. Any average woman of her age would likely pass out in rage.

A woman inside the carriage responded, "A precious sword is to a brave man, a fine guqin seeks a connoisseur. Yes, you may have it!"