Fang Lin was completely indifferent to the departure of Ling Zhongru and the others; in fact, if these people had the audacity to continue lingering here, Fang Lin would have actually admired them.
Standing before the stele, Fang Lin stared intently at it and saw a line of characters:
"Recognize this figure, and enter the herb field."
Looking at the pattern on the stele, it was utterly incomprehensible at first glance, as if it were just a cluster of randomly carved shapes.
Huang Yao, Sun Zhenghai, and the other two also came over. They had already seen the pattern on the stele but were just as clueless.
"Upon closer inspection, this pattern seems to resemble an exotic beast, yet it doesn't, totally unrecognizable as to what it actually is," Yang Songchi broke the silence with his comment.
Fang Lin nodded slightly; indeed, upon closer examination, the pattern on the stele did resemble an exotic beast.