She transformed into her human form and hurried over. A broken stele, half-buried in the sand and soil, stood slanted on the ground. Its surface was covered in moss and cracks, though three ancient seal-script characters reading "Zhijian Workshop" could still be vaguely made out. The signature bearing the "Gengchen Year" had long been blurred and eroded by wind and rain.
Li Pingyi instinctively raised his eyes to see a collapsed stone wall slanted on the ground not far ahead. Dark green vines were climbing up along the cracks. Among the broken blue bricks, wild weeds split apart the slate path, and a few broken pillars stood crookedly, their cracks stuffed completely full of moss, looking almost as if countless patches had been sewn onto the broken pillars.
"What is this? The old site of Zhijian Workshop?" Ying Xuetang tapped the stele's surface with her fingertips. Fragments fell off with a rustling sound, revealing dense rows of small characters on the inner side of the stele.
Chapter 177