Mrs. Ji had been living in a surreal state for the past few months.
Ever since Ji Qingwei's "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" painting got embroiled in a plagiarism scandal, nothing had gone smoothly.
The only solace she had was that Ji Qingwei's health had slightly improved, but why had her facial features changed?
Mrs. Ji, who was a firm believer in the supernatural, deeply suspected that someone had tampered with Ji Qingwei's talents, and now even her appearance.
"Going against the will of heaven without repentance," the monk said calmly, "what is not yours will never be yours. Trying to forcefully keep it will only incur a price. You don't need to do anything, just wait."
To sum it up in one sentence.
There's no saving her, just wait for death.
Mrs. Ji was stunned, more so with anger. "This is nonsense! How could Guanghua Temple recommend a charlatan like you to be the abbot?!"
