Behind the cloth curtain, Abbot Wu Jiu took the letter, and the next second, his face changed slightly.
"I do not recognize it, young benefactor, please leave," Abbot Wu Jiu waved his hand casually, sending the letter flying out from behind the cloth curtain.
Lin Shuang caught the letter and coldly debunked, "Abbot, if you do not recognize it, why then did your breathing become rapid and disordered when you saw this letter just now?"
At that moment, behind the cloth curtain, Abbot Wu Jiu fell silent.
After a long time, he finally let out a long sigh.
"Alas," Abbot Wu Jiu slowly stood up and finally stepped out from behind the curtain.
He appeared to be about 80 years old, his face covered with a silver-white beard.
"Young benefactor, since I can't deceive you, I will no longer conceal the truth. Indeed, this letter was sent out from our temple. But it was not written by myself," Abbot Wu Jiu sighed.