"You really want to enter the purple mountain?" Fifth Grandpa Zhang had long since understood Ye Fan's intentions. But no matter what he said he couldn't change Ye Fan's mind, so he sighed and said, "Wait a moment."
He returned back to his stone residence and not long after lugged over a heavy wooden chest. It was yellow from being so old, and with a just a glance it could be seen that it came from a long ago era.
"What is this?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Before that ancestor from a thousand years ago entered the purple mountain, he left behind some meticulous preparations. This is what he left behind."
Fifth Grandpa Zhang opened the iron lock and opened the wooden chest. A decayed wooden smell immediately came out. Who knew just how many years had passed for even the interior of the wood to begin rotting.
"This is…" Ye Fan first noticed a set of stone clothes.
This was a set of stone clothing made by stringing small stones together. It was extremely plain and simple.
