Jiangli heard the words and spoke in a calm voice, "Are you the Abbot of Qingyun Temple?"
The elder nodded, "Indeed, my Taoist name is Dingshan. I believe that there has been no grievance between our Qingyun Temple and this young friend in recent days, so may I know the purpose of your visit this time?"
Jiangli glanced at him, not hiding her disdain, "It seems that Xuanmen really is lacking people now, anyone can become an Abbot. How did your ancestors choose their disciples?"
Even the usually good-tempered Taoist Dingshan found it hard to remain calm upon hearing this.
Xia Xin felt a shiver in his heart, his elder truly was in a fiery mood today, his words seemed to be picking a fight.
He looked at Jiangli somewhat nervously and said in a low voice, "Elder ancestor..."
Trying to persuade her.
But Jiangli paid him no heed and, before Dingshan could open his mouth, spoke again, "Bring over a chair; you're not worthy of me standing to talk to you."
