"I do not know what you wish to ask. I reiterate, I am here merely to retrieve the relics of the Qiong Tian Ancestor. I have no other intentions." Zhao Menghan said with a serious expression.
Daoist Qingqiu's eyes flickered, secretly receiving the True Monarch's instructions.
The next second, he was all smiles, and with a wave of his hand, he collected all the Cow Hair Gold Needles into his sleeve, and with a slightly apologetic tone, he said, "Ah, it turns out I misunderstood Taoist Zhao. Please do not blame me, my sect is in the process of preparing for a millennium grand festival, so I was overly tense and mistakenly took you as an intentional disruptor."
Zhao Menghan's expression slightly eased, and his tone relaxed, "Oh, I see. I have come at an inappropriate time!"
"Everything is fated to be as it is. I ask for your understanding, Taoist Zhao!" Qing Yuan Taoist, seeing this, immediately laughed and explained.
