"In the history passed down orally, the Fountain of Youth sprang forth inadvertently from the digging of a stonemason who was building a house. The spring water gushed from the ground, forming an active spring eye."
The elderly chieftain continued towards the next mural, which was the most content-rich so far. It depicted various animals with numerous lines—birds of the sky, beasts of the land, and crowds of running people.
They were wildly charging in the mural, all with the same destination—the spring eye that was specially marked.
"Can the Fountain of Youth really grant immortality?"
He Ao gazed at the mural and asked softly.
"In the legends of our generations, it is true that drinking from the Fountain of Youth could grant eternal life," said the chieftain in his hoarse voice, turning his gaze to the next mural, "The first stonemason to drink from it indeed gained immortality."
