"Do you mean even our Master Priest's room isn't available?" Sikong Qinglan, ultimately not hot-tempered, asked, suppressing his anger.
This is no longer a matter of saving money; it's a matter of face. If even the dignified Master Priest comes to the Heavenly Sun Temple and has no place to stay, wouldn't it be a laughingstock if word got out?
"None available. But if there really is nowhere to stay, I can try to negotiate with the priests below to see if they can accommodate. How about letting Priest Mu sleep on a floor mat?" Long Wucuo said with a teasing smile.
"What did you say?" Sikong Qinglan almost doubted his ears.
Let the dignified Master Priest squeeze in with others and sleep on a floor mat? This is blatant humiliation!
"Hmm, I also think it might not be feasible. It's too disgraceful and inappropriate. How about you go find an inn yourself? Oh yes, seems like the Huayu Temple is short on money. Should I lend you some first?" Long Wucuo said sarcastically.
