Chapter 1309 - Did Feng Wu Die in the Fire?

Feng Wu said, “Master Rong Yang, will you tell the cultivators with the water attribute to come back up, please?”

“Why do you have so many impossible requests?!” The old steward glared at her.

However, to his surprise, Master Rong Yang agreed.

Everyone was speechless.

Feng Wu cupped her hands at Master Rong Yang before jumping into the well.

The water attribute cultivators were all frustrated, and Lin, their leader, yelled in exasperation, “What’s going on? The fire is out of control already! Why were we told to come back out?!”

The other cultivators didn’t agree with the decision either.

The old steward glowered.

Zuo Qingyu said, “Because Miss Feng Wu said that she could extinguish the fire all by herself.”

“Hah!” Lin smirked.

“There are 15 of us here, but even after exerting all our strength, we couldn’t stop the fire from spreading. How can an ignorant girl make such an arrogant claim?!”

His fellow cultivators were unconvinced as well.

The old steward also said anxiously, “Master, I’ll tell the others to go pack and leave the mountain.”

He had no confidence in Feng Wu at all.

Master Rong Yang didn’t have much faith in Feng Wu either, so he smiled wryly and waved at his steward. “Go ahead.”

Shortly after the old steward headed back to the house —

Someone cried out, “Gosh! Look! The smoke is getting thinner!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The smoke?

Everyone turned to look at the well.

Dark smoke had been rising out of the well and billowing up into the sky earlier, but it was noticeably thinning out now.

“That’s right! It really isn’t as thick as before!”

“Holy crap! It’s true! Miss Feng really can put out the fire!”

“Maybe she’s telling the truth...”

The old steward, Zuo Qingyu, and the cultivators were all astonished...

How was that possible?!

However, they were forced to accept the truth.

The old steward stared at Master Rong Yang. “Master, that’s...”

Master Rong Yang was equally astonished, but as an open-minded man, he only chuckled. “That’s indeed an interesting girl.”

The old steward was speechless...

“Master, should I still tell the others to leave?” asked the old man tentatively.

Master Rong Yang waved at him and said, “Hang on.”

Maybe the girl actually could make a difference.

Just then —

Zuo Qingyu cried out, “Ah! Look! The smoke is getting thicker again! It’s as black as ink now!”

Despite her exaggerated tone, Zuo Qingyu was secretly relieved.

She knew that if Feng Wu really could put out the fire, Master Rong Yang would take her much more seriously, and that was the last thing Zuo Qingyu wanted.

Meanwhile, the others cried out in surprise as well.

Not only did the smoke get thicker and darker, flames were leaping out of the well at the same time.

“Oh, god! It’s spreading!” The old steward was so anxious that his eyes almost turned red.

“Master, we have to evacuate!” Looking at the master, the old steward said anxiously, “We have to leave. Otherwise, we may all die here!”

Zuo Qingyu revered Master Rong Yang’s authority, but even she couldn’t help but say, “Master Rong Yang, you can’t trust Feng Wu. If I’m right, she’s already died in the fire. Our top priority now is to evacuate the people here! As the saying goes: Where there’s life, there’s hope.”