Having made up his mind, Xiao Buli walked towards the deeper parts of the maze. Initially, there was only one path, winding and turning with no straight sections in sight. Fortunately, there were no forks, so Xiao Buli didn't have to pay much attention, and he simply kept walking. It didn't take long before he arrived at a small square measuring about ten meters on each side.
The square was very regular, completely square in shape, with three exits facing different directions around its perimeter. In the center of the square stood a large stele with a strange poem neatly inscribed in standard script.
A horizontal and a vertical line connect the north and south, the west does not shine while the east does.
Choose left at even splits, right at odd, when hearts align understanding is not far sought.
Worn iron shoes will find no place to go, though paths run everywhere, none lead home.
