However, Shu Yu shook her head with a smile, "Sorry, I can't do it."
Old Master Miao frowned sharply, "So, we're at an impasse."
"Not quite," Shu Yu denied, "I'm not from the temple, and I can't make decisions about moving the longevity lamp. If even I could handle it, then the Dongqing Temple would be in chaos. Besides, our terms aren't equal. We want the black market's hill and estate, but if we can't get it after trying, there's not much we can do, we can just look for another place. But moving the longevity lamp to the ancestral master's altar is something Old Master Miao has longed for many years. Adding it up, we're at a disadvantage."
Old Master Miao clicked his tongue inwardly, this young girl is not like a girl who just came of age.
She calculates meticulously, not missing a beat.
Old Master Miao is well-weathered, having operated a brothel; his presence often intimidates ordinary youths.
