The little Daoist was young, but Wuliang Temple usually received many nobles from the royal palace in the capital. If he was an esteemed guest, he was really an esteemed guest.
"Where is he?" Daoist Xuan Cheng adjusted his wide sleeves. "I'll go and welcome him now."
The little Daoist boy caught his breath and hurriedly said, "Temple Master, he has been brought in."
There was no need for him to continue. Daoist Xuan Cheng and the three siblings of the Gu family had all seen the so-called VIP.
More than 100 feet away, flags embroidered with dragon patterns and red curtains swayed in the wind. More than 20 imperial guards escorted the two of them over in a majestic manner.
At the front was a girl sitting in a wheelchair. The young man beside her walked quite slowly with the speed of the wheelchair. He was wearing an apricot-yellow python robe and had a noble aura. Just walking over slowly made the Daoist temple look like a paradise surrounded by clouds.
