Priest Zhang had probably rushed here. Now, he was panting, his lips were dry, and his white hair was a little messy.
"Can you give me a sip of tea first?" Priest Zhang was extremely tired. He rolled up his sleeves and casually wiped the sweat off his face.
Only then did Uncle Liu react and hurriedly walk forward with the cold tea. "Priest Zhang, please enjoy."
Priest Zhang picked up the teapot and suddenly drank more than half of the tea.
Looking at Priest Zhang, who had rushed over, Old Master Jun had many questions. When one was old, they would always become a little superstitious. Now that Priest Zhang was here, Old Master Jun wanted Priest Zhang to help read Jun Shiling's fortune and see if his trip was good or bad.
Jun Shiling stood at the side and looked at the time. He gave Bo Xiao a look and prepared to leave first.
However, before he could turn around, Priest Zhang took out a horsetail whisk from somewhere and stopped him.
