At the edge of the plains, beside a patch of woods, stood the ruins of an ancient building, completely out of place with its surroundings.
Qin Ziwen had the Beaked Eagle land.
The Beaked Eagle flapped its wings, scaring away a small snake from the nearby grass.
Up close, Qin Ziwen saw that the cluster of buildings was quite orderly and perfectly square, like a neatly sliced cake.
The taller of the remaining structures still had walls standing three or four stories high, while the shorter ones had devolved into weed-choked ruins, their original forms almost completely obscured.
The walls were also covered in vines.
Qin Ziwen went inside and searched around, but he found nothing of value.
Decades, at the very least, had passed here.
Many items had rotted away and been picked over by countless animals. In a few more decades, this place would likely be completely swallowed by nature.
This place was likely a relic left behind by those who came before him.
