Long Fei had Wang Xiaoya take care of Chu Feng and the others while he went alone into the other caves to look over the murals, carefully studying them against the notes in the handbook.
This place should have been visited by many experts; a lot of ruined traces had been left on the stone walls.
However, this stroke of fortune should still be here.
"Chessboard Mountain?"
He muttered this name, stepped into the air, and, hanging high above, stared down at this Chessboard Mountain, examining it again and again.
These peaks, each one like a chess piece, some covered in greenery, some made of red sandstone.
One green, one red, they really did look like black and white stones on a Go board, dotting the ground below.
Moreover, the distances between them horizontally and vertically were equal; the more he looked, the more it seemed this had been made by some great figure through sheer human effort.
The land as the board, the mountains as the pieces.
