Song Wenjun, with a pale face, said, "Then, then was it true when she said my daughter would die as well?"
As she spoke, tears almost welled up in her eyes.
"How could this happen? Little Caihong suddenly injured her leg today, and it's broken. Does that mean nothing else will happen? The fortune-telling by the Jiaoyang Temple Abbot isn't always accurate, right?"
She looked at Wei Qingran with a sliver of hope.
Hoping for the answer she wanted.
Wei Qingran knew what answer she wanted to hear.
But...
She hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "The Jiaoyang Temple Abbot has never been wrong. I think, Teacher Song, it's better for us to be careful. If Teacher Song is worried, why not contact the Abbot and ask for more details?"
Song Wenjun was stunned and did not immediately respond.
Seeing this, Wei Qingran added, "We don't understand these things well. The Jiaoyang Temple Abbot is the expert; it's always good to ask her."
