"This is the place."
In an uninhabited high mountain canyon in Tibet, Li Taiqing pointed at an unremarkable cliff.
"There's nothing special here?" Zhang Bin and Xiao Qian asked, their faces clouded with confusion.
"Don't be hasty," Li Taiqing said, a mysterious look on his face. "When the time is right, you'll understand."
The moon gradually rose higher until its light finally crested the mountains and shone upon the stone wall. Then, something magical happened. An image of a Green Ox suddenly emerged on the cliffside, standing there with a tranquil air, so lifelike it seemed as if a real one had just appeared.
"How magical," Zhang Bin and Xiao Qian breathed, so shocked they were almost stupefied. They couldn't comprehend what kind of wondrous magic this was. There was no hint of technology here; it could only be a spell.
