Seeing is believing?
Fang Lin curled his lips. Doesn't this mean the same as saying nothing? Speaking in such mysterious terms, are you expecting me to guess?
After the old chieftain said this, he fell silent, neither looking at Fang Lin nor caring about what Fang Lin might think. He simply bowed his head, kneeling before the first mural, seemingly murmuring to himself.
Unable to understand the second mural, Fang Lin could only skip it for now and move on to view the third mural.
The content on the third mural wasn't particularly difficult to comprehend. It depicted a tree with outstretched branches, a small tree, and a small indistinct entity.
Fang Lin stared at this mural for a while, pondering that the tree with outstretched branches might be the ancient magic tree that once brought chaos to the land.
For when Fang Lin looked at this menacing tree, he felt a sense of déjà vu, coupled with an overwhelming sense of malevolence.
