Zhao Sheng's eyes twinkled, watching the other party walk out of the courtyard gate, never making a move.
Time has always been on his side, "today" was merely their first encounter, and there was no need to risk taking action.
At this moment, the elderly Taoist with a solemn expression came over.
Upon seeing him, Zhao Sheng immediately bowed his hands in salute, "A junior Zhao Gongzhu, pays respects to Qin Temple Priest."
"Oh, it turns out to be the Young Master from Landlord Zhao's family. What important matter brings you here today? If there is none, our temple is tired, please feel free to leave."
The elderly Taoist's tone was indifferent, exuding a demeanor that kept people at a distance.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng straightforwardly said, "I have some doubts that require guidance from Qin Temple Priest. If my concerns are resolved, tomorrow night I will send someone with 300 taels of incense money."
