The murals above the tomb passage were nothing but his longing for eternal life.
These foolish descendants even treat immortality as a Zong Sect!
Bai Chuwei looked around at everyone in the meeting room and sighed softly.
These archaeology professionals could only rely on unearthed artifacts and fragments of historical records to guess and imagine the scenes from thousands of years ago.
Whereas the ancestors, they relied on what they saw with their own eyes, and what they heard with their own ears.
A group of senior professors were seriously irritated by Bai Chuwei, feeling she was just there to cause trouble.
Professor Ge clutched his pen tightly, forced a smile, and asked Bai Chuwei, "Oh really? Then Miss Bai, do you have any other brilliant insights regarding this archaeological excavation?"
A suppressed chuckle spread through the meeting room.
Some interns struggled to hold back their laughter, turning their faces red.
