"Wait a moment."
Zhang Fan came to the foot of the mountain, found the seventh tree up the slope, took three coins from his pocket and buried them beneath the tree, then placed a piece of green stone on top, its surface carved with a rabbit symbol.
Lin Jianyue said she entrusted her physical body to a close female friend.
That friend was her provincial general agent for her micro-business in Guixi Province.
You had to know, Lin Jianyue had made her fortune in real life by selling all kinds of elixirs; style-wise, it was a lot like micro-business, and nearly all her agents were women, a good number of them stay-at-home moms.
Back then, she made an agreement with that friend to hide her physical body, send someone every three days to check out Little Elephant Mountain, and if they spotted the mark, that meant everything was safe—they could bring her body.
"All done," Zhang Fan clapped his hands and said.
"That's it?"
"That's it. We'll come back at night," Zhang Fan nodded.
