The forest was tough to navigate, and Zhou SiLang was not familiar with the path. Relying solely on Zhou Hu's spoken instructions to find their way inevitably led them to get lost, not to mention it was difficult to discern directions and confirm locations within the woodland.
It took them the better part of the next day wandering around before they finally found the place, and by the time they did, the sun was almost setting.
Zhou SiLang stood at the base of a tall tree, looking up at the rugged cliff face ahead. Then he started clearing away the vines that were entwined around a large, relatively flat rock and asked, "Brother Zhou Hu said when they got lost here, they drew a big tiger on a rock with stones. Do you think it could be this one?"
Bai Erlang said, "After so many years, can the drawing still be visible?"
"It should be," Zhou SiLang was not too certain, "It was scratched with a stone, the marks were deep."
