"Old lady, there's no need for such courtesy." Ye Guichen accepted her bow calmly, helped the old lady to sit down, and asked again, "I believe the old sir must have left some words or something, about Snake Head Mountain?"
"Yes, yes." The old lady didn't dare to delay, "Sir, please wait."
She stood up, went into the bedroom, and returned shortly with a black iron box in her hand.
The old lady opened the iron box.
Inside, there was a piece of torn cloth.
Opening the cloth, the old lady presented what was inside to Ye Guichen: "Look."
Ye Guichen looked down, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.
It was another jade pendant.
He immediately took out the jade pendant Wu Caijun had given him and compared them. They were almost identical.
Whether it was the texture or color, it seemed as though they were carved from the same mold.
The front had the words "Snake Head Mountain" engraved, and on the back was a snake head.
"What is this?" Ye Guichen asked curiously.
