From high up, the valley was just a small gully, as if there had once been a little river here that, with the passing of time, had dried up and slowly turned into the valley as it was now.
After more than an hour crossing the valley, just as everyone reached the edge of the forest, the drone that had flown out earlier to survey the terrain returned.
Several images overlapped and flickered; no one really understood what they were looking at. On Ye Wan's laptop, black, white, and green layers stacked together, and a route faintly emerged, shaped somewhat like the Big Dipper.
Ah Gui's eyes lit up, his face brimming with unrestrained pride, as if saying: it really has to be the young lady.
Nie Jinming glanced around: the so‑called "brick experts" from the field clustered around Ye Wan were all dumbstruck, wearing that "I don't understand it, but I can tell it's brilliant" kind of admiration.
Lu Changchuan stood on the outermost edge.
Archaeology, fine.
