C1145 The Wall of Creation

It was a stone sculpture of an elder with a serene demeanor.

Adorned with a square cap, his long beard flowed down, exuding an air of sage-like wisdom.

What caught Ye Hong's attention most was the Xun cradled in the old man's hands.

This Xun, too, bore ten holes, strikingly similar to the one Ye Hong had brought with him.

Gazing skyward, the figure seemed poised to play the Xun