Li Xuanfeng made arrangements for Jiang, the fisher girl, and spent a few days with her leading an ordinary life in the town. However, the day had come to present tributes at Guanyun Peak, so he had no choice but to pat her head, take out a brocade pouch, and instruct her,
"Here is a hundred taels of silver for you to use. Go hire two reliable servants and live peacefully. I have other important matters to attend to, and it will be at least a month, or at most three, before I come to see you again."
"Yes."
Jiang, the obedient fisher girl, responded without daring to say more. Li Xuanfeng tied her clothes properly and examined her carefully before saying,
"Wait here."
No sooner had he spoken than he squinted up at the sky with his bow in hand, after a while he pulled the bowstring taut without fitting an arrow, and suddenly released his grip, filling the courtyard with the buzz of the bowstring.
