As he spoke, Yun Jianyue blew out the candle in his hand, brushed past Zhang Fan, and walked out of the room.
Zhang Fan was lost in thought, not even sure how he made it back to his room.
"What took you so long?" Jiang Hu was packing his luggage and asked casually.
"Gourd, have you ever been to Dragon Tiger Mountain?" Zhang Fan lay on the bed and muttered softly.
"Never been… I heard Dragon Tiger Mountain closed down after that great tribulation eighty years ago." Jiang Hu said offhandedly.
The area open to tourists these days is only a small part of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The real dharma lineage and incense offerings were cut off long ago, and now there are strict rules—you can't go in and out as you please.
"But I heard that come the Double Ninth Festival next year, Dragon Tiger Mountain's reopening. It's a big Taoist event. Didn't the boss say we'd all be going there for group building?" Jiang Hu said in a serious tone.
