The junior disciple looked at Daoist Changmin with a frightened look.
Usually, Daoist Changmin enjoyed picking on him, and he never dared to retaliate.
Hearing this, he obediently answered, "Yes... Jiaoyang Temple has been very popular online these past days. It’s said that their Abbot is incredibly skilled; her predictions are always accurate, literally ’holding the mandate of heaven and making irrefutable judgments.’ Netizens really look up to her now, so I was just checking..."
"It’s that Jiangli again! No wonder she can—"
Daoist Changmin pushed his junior away, grinding his teeth in anger.
The junior steadied himself, hearing him suddenly stop midsentence, he instinctively asked, "What, what did she do?"
"Why should I tell you what she’s done?"
Daoist Changmin threw his phone at him, unable to contain his fury, "What are you good for, daring to question me! I’ll tell you this, Thirteen, I’m going to make her and Jiaoyang Temple disappear from F City tomorrow!"
Junior disciple Thirteen nodded meekly, not daring to speak.
Daoist Changmin pushed him aside and stared at the video, his eyes blazing with fire.
Black Wind hurried through the dark, rushing toward her apartment complex.
Upon entering the building, she saw it brightly lit, the hallway abuzz as if many people were talking.
Black Wind’s heart tightened as she hurried upstairs and saw her own apartment hallway crowded with people.
From inside her apartment, her daughter’s cries and shouts continued to come through.
The people around the door were blocking it, as though they wanted to help.
"This mother is so irresponsible, how could she leave her child alone at home like that?"
"There’s a strong smell of gas inside, did someone leave the gas on?"
"Let’s stop talking and focus on rescuing them first."
Everyone gathered around the door, trying to break it down but unable to and fearing the responsibility for damages, they were in a dilemma.
Black Wind, still out of breath, turned pale at their words and stumbled through the crowd.
"Excuse me, let me through, I’m the homeowner—"
Hearing her voice, the blocking neighbors parted to either side, clearing a path for her.
Black Wind ran to the door, listening to her daughter inside, crying and calling out for her mother.
The voice became fainter and fainter...
"Qingqing, Mommy’s back, don’t cry, don’t cry, Mommy’s here—"
Black Wind’s throat tightened. While trying to comfort her daughter, she frantically rummaged through her bag for the keys.
It seems that the more anxious a person is, the harder it is to do anything right.
Normally, the keys would be in the pocket of her bag, easy to find.
But today, it took her a good while to find the keys.
She hurriedly unlocked the door.
The moment she opened the door, a pungent smell of gas burst forth.
"Quick, go in and check on the child!"
A neighbor urged immediately.
Black Wind had already rushed inside.
Some kind-hearted neighbors also rushed in, opening all the windows to air out the space quickly.
As soon as Black Wind entered, she headed straight for the kitchen.
Upon entering, she saw her daughter lying on the kitchen floor, with a burn wound on her arm.
Next to the stove, a kettle had tipped over, with gas continuously leaking.
Black Wind’s eyes instantly reddened. The last bit of her sanity made her rush over, quickly shutting off the gas valve, then she turned and picked up her daughter to dash out the door.
Once in the hallway, Black Wind stopped and called out to her daughter anxiously, "Qingqing, Qingqing, don’t scare Mommy, open your eyes, look at Mommy, I was wrong..."
Qingqing’s breathing was faint, her face streaked with tears, especially the burn on her arm, which was glaringly painful to look at.
Black Wind felt like her heart was about to break.