Monk Bu Jie's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Exactly!"
"She is very astute, she must be in the Mount Heng Sect. I shall go to Suspended Temple now and demand Master Dingxian return my wife."
Zhao Rong almost laughed out loud and quickly grabbed him.
"Master!"
"In this way, you will only frighten your wife away and make her even more annoyed with you, and you will not see her in this lifetime."
Monk Bu Jie was very anxious: "What should I do then, Rong, do you have any ideas?"
Zhao Rong, stroking his chin, said, "After so many years without seeing her, perhaps your wife has changed her appearance, and you might not even recognize her if you see her again."
"However, I have a plan that could draw her out on her own."
"Mr Rong, please teach me quickly!"
Zhao Rong chuckled, "You can set up a small house at the foot of Mount Heng, and when you meet your daughter this time, pretend to be gravely injured and claim you won't live more than a few days."
