Jiangli took out her phone and saw that it was a call from Fu Shiyan.
Only then did she realize that the appointed time had arrived—it was already six in the evening.
Jiangli cleared her throat and answered, "Hello, President Fu?"
"Isn’t the abbot at the Taoist temple?" Fu Shiyan’s voice carried a hint of amusement, "I happened to come to pick up the abbot, but it seems like no one’s there."
Jiangli touched the tip of her nose, "Uh, sorry about that, President Fu. Something came up last minute. I’m in the suburbs handling it. It’ll be over soon, and I’ll rush over. You can just go directly to the restaurant and wait for me."
Fu Shiyan responded warmly, "There’s no rush. Where are you? I’ll just swing by on my way and pick you up. It’s harder to get a cab from the suburbs later on."
Since the other party had put it that way...
Jiangli didn’t want to cause herself any more trouble, so she decisively said, "Then I’ll trouble President Fu. Shall I have Xia Xin send you the location right away?"
Fu Shiyan replied with a chuckle, "I’ll be right there."
Jiangli said okay, hung up the phone, and quickly asked Xia Xin to come over and send the location.
As Xia Xin sent the information, he asked doubtfully, "Was that call from President Fu just now? Ancestor, are you really having him come here to pick us up?"
He gestured to the disarray around them, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Is this... appropriate?"
He was worried about startling someone.
However, Jiangli dismissed the concern, "What’s the problem? President Fu has seen the terrifying scenes on Yan Mountain, hasn’t he? Don’t worry; President Fu is braver than you are. You don’t need to worry about it; just get back to work."
With that, she stood on tiptoe and reached out to pat Xia Xin’s head.
Xia Xin uttered an "oh," covering the back of his head and scurried away.
Everyone watched this somewhat comical scene with mixed feelings of laughter and tears.
Especially when Jiangli stood on her toes to reach up.
Everyone felt as if their roles had been reversed.
By their age and height, Xia Xin was both older and taller than Jiangli, so one would normally assume that Xia Xin was the senior disciple and Jiangli the junior sister.
From their interactions, the gap between Jiangli and Xia Xin seemed wide, and their relationship was not as simple as just master and servant.
Everyone couldn’t help but be curious about what was going on between the two.
But they didn’t know much about Jiangli and Xia Xin.
Among the group, only Qi Mingyue had a better understanding of Jiangli and Xia Xin.
Qi Hui quietly approached and stood next to Qi Mingyue, asking curiously, "Yuanyuan, how did you get to know them? Are they really grandmasters from some Taoist temple?"
Qi Mingyue’s rounded eyes were filled with innocence, "I actually don’t know them well either. I met the abbot online. The abbot is really popular on the internet; everyone says he’s a true grandmaster! And yes, Jiangli really is the abbot. Today on the forum, someone said they went to Jiaoyang Temple to offer incense, confirming they are from Jiaoyang Temple for sure. As for the rest, I don’t know."
The more the others didn’t understand, the more they couldn’t contain their curiosity.
Hearing Qi Mingyue’s words, Qi Hui couldn’t help but search online for Jiangli and Jiaoyang Temple.
Even though Jiangli’s previous accounts were suspended, there were still plenty of traces left online; a search turned up quite a lot.
Qi Hui was astonished as she looked at the miraculous events.
Seeing Qi Hui’s reaction, Gu Min also couldn’t help but search online.
But the more renowned Jiangli was online, the more frightened Gu Min felt.
Gu Min became increasingly anxious and finally confided to Qi Changhong, "Chang Hong, my son, I have a feeling that the grandmaster doesn’t seem like a fraud. Maybe you could apologize to her later and ask her to do a proper divination?"