After walking along a country path for about half an hour, a leaning ancient pagoda came into view. Its body was mottled, and the top had collapsed, yet it still stood stubbornly in the fields.
Mu Feng observed the direction of the pagoda’s shadow. Because the structure tilted, the shadow did not point due west, but rather toward the southwest. He followed the direction of the shadow for about two hundred meters until he arrived at a derelict vegetable garden. In the garden stood an old well, its rim carved with faint lotus patterns.
"Where the pagoda's shadow points..." Mu Feng muttered to himself, clicking on his flashlight and shining it into the well. The well had long since run dry; it was about seven or eight meters deep, the bottom piled high with dead branches and fallen leaves. However, his Mystic Pupil captured the sight of regular markings on one side of the well wall.
Chapter 107