"What did Celestial Master Gao say?"
In the hall of Golden Light Temple, Monk Golden Light sat on a cushion, politely conversing with Zuo Wentao.
Monk Jinshan's features were harsh and severe, with a sallow complexion, resembling a sculpture dusted with gold powder, giving off a very serious impression.
Zuo Wentao had great respect for him, standing at the entrance of the hall, bent deeply over to express his humble stance.
Logically, he was a Four Tribulation Spirit Immortal, and a Daoist Sect cultivator, with no need to show such deference to a Buddhist Sect cultivator.
But Zuo Wentao was extremely smooth and knew that the monks of Jinshan were hypocritical, so he lowered himself to avoid them finding fault on purpose.
"Celestial Master Gao said, tomorrow he will be waiting for the eminent monks."
Zuo Wentao honestly repeated Gao Xuan's words, without adding anything unnecessary.
The matter of Ao Qiong was kept secret by him, and now was not the time to say more.
