"Descending in rank, interesting..."
Liang Qu rolled up his sleeves, eager to give it a try.
He was not unfamiliar with the term "visualization map."
In Dashun City, many child students couldn't pass the Scholar exam in their lives, yet they were full of creativity. In many of their storybooks, there's always someone who accidentally acquires a mysterious visualization map that appears ordinary but is actually dozens of times more effective in practice.
Unexpectedly, one day, this would be something created by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau.
And I would become one of the founders, occupying the peak position.
Imagining that thousands of years from now, there will be bustling paths where chickens and dogs are heard, under the fierce sunlight and bamboo shelters, a dark-skinned boy digs out a tattered painting from the sun-baked soil pit.
The corners of the painting, eroded by time like dog's teeth, reveal no name of the artist, leaving only the word "Liang."
