The middle-aged man had a troubled expression on his face.
Regarding Jiang Liu's disruption of his daughter's marriage, he didn't know whether to be happy or angry.
"Amitabha…"
At this moment, having understood the situation that had occurred here, Jiang Liu chanted a Buddhist mantra and then asked, "Benefactor, what if I, a humble monk, could help you resolve the current problem you are facing?"
"Ah? Master, can you solve this matter?" Hearing Jiang Liu's words, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he looked at Jiang Liu with surprise and joy.
"I am a person of the Buddhist Sect, and the old monk you mentioned is also of the Buddhist Sect. If you are not willing, perhaps I can intervene as a mediator and try to resolve the issue," Jiang Liu replied.
"But we do not know where that old monk has gone. How can you find him, and how do you plan to mediate?" the middle-aged man asked upon hearing Jiang Liu's words.
"Hehehe, are you underestimating the abilities of us few?"
