The plaza covered an enormous area, with sprawling clusters of buildings arranged across it in an orderly pattern.
Zhang Xiao examined where he stood. Not far behind him was the broad street he had come down, where faint traces of the battle still remained.
This was indeed the entrance. In other words, he had barely walked around inside before returning to his starting point.
A maze...
That was rather interesting. Zhang Xiao simply crossed his legs and sat suspended in the water, in no hurry to enter. He was not the type to charge ahead blindly.
What interested Zhang Xiao more was exactly what kind of maze this was.
There was a reason the Daoist Order was known for its learning and deep heritage. Its predecessors had long since compiled their findings.
According to Daoist texts, the world's mazes could broadly be divided into three kinds:
1. Ghost walls
2. Physical mazes
3. Sensory mazes
First came ghost walls, which ordinary people were most likely to encounter. They were often harmless, though some people wandered around in confusion all night without ever finding their way out.
Only when daylight came did they discover they had been circling a tiny patch of woods. The way out might have been only ten or twenty meters ahead.
In his previous life, he had a friend who studied medicine in Japan. A true strapping fellow from Shandong, this friend loved working out and was tall and powerfully built. In summer, he liked resting in the anatomy building because it was cool.
One day, still groggy from an afternoon nap, he met a teacher in the anatomy building who told him to go to classroom A2. He searched upstairs and downstairs several times but could not find A2. No matter how he wandered, he always