Bai Changfeng said helplessly, "Abbot, this..."
"Since your master has many inconveniences, I won't keep him as a guest. Let him return early to rest well."
Jiangli directly interrupted Bai Changfeng, clearly unwilling to hear him make more excuses for Master Qu Lin.
After speaking, she turned and headed towards the meditation room in the backyard.
Seeing this, Bai Changfeng was a bit anxious and was just about to speak.
A deep and elderly voice echoed in the courtyard.
"Qu Lin is old and his legs are weak, unable to personally greet the Abbot. It's Qu Lin's fault, and I hope the Abbot won't mind."
Jiangli paused mid-step and glanced over, seeing two people coming out from the side hall, one after the other.
Both of them were quite old.
The one in front was even older.
The one behind, however, was a familiar face.
It was none other than Uncle Pei Jiu from B City.
The one in front was naturally the current president of the Xuanmen Association, Master Qu Lin.
