She hastily replied to He Qingfeng, "Oh dear, I was wondering why my home hasn't been at peace lately, turns out there's a problem with the Everlasting Lamp. Is it the one I lit for my grandson that's problematic?"
He Qingfeng steadied himself and thought, Hmm, it seems the old lady's grandson is having some trouble.
His tone was calm as he slowly said, "Yes, I called to remind you—"
"Temple master, I really can't thank you enough. My grandson just had a car accident two days ago. Thankfully, he was carrying the peace charm you gave him, and it was just a minor scrape."
The old lady kept expressing her gratitude. He Qingfeng didn't even need to steer the conversation; she just went on and on about her grandson's situation.
From her stories, He Qingfeng gathered useful information.
Then, he deliberately spoke some ambiguous, profound words, leaving the old lady utterly baffled.
