Pure Heart Old Daoist pleaded desperately, lowering himself as much as he could.
"Ling Daoyou, I know your difficulties."
"But this old Daoist has at most three or four years of life left. Now, my Daoist temple has once again reached a moment of life and death. I hope, for the sake of this old Daoist having served your clan all these years, for the sake of my temple having handed over all manner of inheritances to your clan and paid its yearly stipend, that you will save my Daoist temple this once."
"This old Daoist does not wish for the Pure Heart Daoist Temple, whose inheritance has lasted thousands of years, to be destroyed by my hand."
"If Daoyou is willing, no matter what Daoyou asks this old Daoist to do, this old Daoist will do it."
Seeing Pure Heart Old Daoist, whom he had known for two or three hundred years, now covered in white hair and deathly aura, with such a humble expression on his face, Ling Pengyun felt somewhat bitter.
He helplessly let out a turbid breath, relenting as he spoke.
"My clan truly cannot help with this matter. However, I have a friend. If that friend is willing to make a move, he will be enough to ensure your Daoist temple's safety."
"Still, even if my friend agrees to help your temple, your temple will certainly have to offer up some resources. Daoyou, make your preparations in advance."
Hearing this, Pure Heart Old Daoist seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He immediately wept with joy, and water mist appeared in his eyes.
He hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed in thanks. "Ling Daoyou, thank you greatly for this matter. Neither I nor my temple will ever forget such favor."
"As for the resources to