Beside him, the young monk Kong Chan opened his clear eyes, nodding continuously with his master's words.
Gong Zhen felt somewhat puzzled, yet he dared not show any neglect, raised his hand to return the greeting, and said, "May I ask, who is the master looking for? Could it be someone from my Golden Thunder Sect?"
Jue Ming clasped his hands together, lightly twisting the Buddha Beads under his cassock, "The poor monk does not know the person's name, nor even if they are male or female."
Gong Zhen: "..."
Are you here to mock me?
"Elder, please don't misunderstand." White light flashed from Jue Ming's sleeve, as plain white rice paper spread out in his palm.
With a golden glow forming at his fingertips, Spiritual Power wandered like ink, swiftly outlining Three Lines of vermilion script.
"Could this letter be presented to the Sect Leader of your esteemed sect? If anyone can solve these three riddles, the poor monk shall offer generous gratitude."
