Shen Le: Do you want me to cosplay the scabby-headed monk or the lame Daoist?

Finding traces left by a stone spirit decades, or even a century, ago within an area spanning more than three hills...

That was asking a bit much. Old You spread his wings and, with Lady Shiji's location as his center,

flew three outward spirals before landing, shaking his head, and spreading his wings.

"No stone Buddha! No temple! Not even anything that looks like it used to be a temple! Lady Shiji, could you give us something more specific?"

[It's been so many years...]

Lady Shiji let out a long sigh. She slowly rocked her body, adjusting her angle. From her posture, Shen Le suspected she was looking up at the sky.

[Look across from where I was—it used to stay there. You should be able to find traces of it.]

Leaving Lady Shiji in the dried-up mountain stream, the group charged back up the slope.

This time, Shen Le brought out his archaeology instructor's skill at excavating layer by layer. At last, across from Lady Shiji's original resting place, he uncovered a different layer of soil. The problem was...

"Lady Shiji, the lingering aura here is far too faint. We can't find anything! Could you give us a little more information?"

Shen Le climbed back down and crouched before the stone spirit, his face a picture of misery. A stone spirit's vision might differ from a normal person's, and she might not be able to make out his expression, but he still had to put on the right face...

Lady Shiji rocked her body with difficulty again. Rattle, rattle. Small stones rolled beneath her, making a harsh, grating noise.

She rocked several times, but she was simply too large and heavy to move. All she could do was say slowly,

[Take me up... Carry me around, and I'll look...]