"Host, it definitely is. This place is close to the village, and people from the village often come up the mountain. A hundred-year-old Lingzhi mushroom is so conspicuous; it couldn't possibly go unnoticed."
"Host, hurry and intercept it."
"That's for sure."
The place wasn't far. Yuan Chun walked for about ten minutes and saw a sturdy, old, hundred-year-old tree. The trunk was a twin tree; two trees stood together, and one of the trees had died.
The villagers had sawn off the branches, leaving only a thick, dead trunk.
"Host, the inside of the dead trunk is hollow, and the Lingzhi grows inside. There's a hole between the two trees. Host, if you reach your hand in, you can touch it."
Yuan Chun had been using her spiritual power all along. She didn't need 007 to tell her; she had already seen that Lingzhi.
It was as big as a small face basin.
Yuan Chun wanted to retrieve the Lingzhi remotely into her space, but she couldn't, so she had to reach in and pluck it forcefully.
