Lin Feng had good reason to suspect Xie Shiba had read Japanese manga. Every stroke of his pen bore its influence.
[Flash Grenade] was one example.
[Mount-Viewing Kiln Factory] was another.
Looking at this so-called [Mount-Viewing Kiln Factory], Lin Feng carefully turned a page to make sure he had not misread it.
The [Mount-Viewing Kiln Factory] Xie Shiba had drawn really was the picture in front of him.
Several wind lines above and below represented "movement." Beneath them sat a mass like melted chocolate, soft and shapeless, with something flowing down its slopes.
Rather than a kiln factory building, it looked more like a badly proportioned Basque cheesecake.
After collapsing, the cake had exposed all sorts of "cavities" inside.
It resembled an overproofed cake batter riddled with excess carbon dioxide.
As Lin Feng stared at those cavities, an unbidden association suddenly formed in his mind.
He felt that those things looked like pores, inhabited by parasites living in the Basque cheesecake. Like some dead monster whose pores swarmed with all kinds of parasites.
Lin Feng quickly cast those thoughts aside.
He committed the shape of this abstract kiln factory to memory.
Then he turned another page.
Several lines of text.
[Kiln Cave]
[Jia One]
[Open the door and see the mountain. Great fortune.]
Below them was a symbol.
It did not look much like the Eight Trigrams of the I Ching. It seemed more like some form of coded language.
"Open the door and see the mountain. Great fortune" was a code phrase.
It was perfectly normal for tomb-robbing families to have their own secret language.
Lin Feng did not try to crack it.
He did not have a handbook of underworld jargon.
Wild guesses alone would never decipher it.
These things were the true barriers to entering the trade.