The second course was Ancient Languages.
Lu Yuan also had a very good impression of this course, because he could indeed learn new things from it. At the same time, it gave him an understanding of what ancient languages actually were.
The class was held in a semi-underground stone chamber in a corner of the academy. It looked like an old basement that had been excavated, but it was quite spacious. Different kinds of writing had been carved into the surrounding walls, though most of it had already flaked away.
There were also small coffin-like objects on both sides of the stone chamber's passageway, somewhat resembling graves.
Lu Yuan looked around, a question mark slowly appearing in his mind. What the hell was this?
As they continued deeper into the stone chamber, a chilly air gradually spread up from below.
The chamber was enormous. By the time they reached the main burial chamber, there were many inscriptions and rubbings still remaining on the walls.
Beside the stone chamber, lamps were mounted on special Copper stands and hung on both sides, casting the writing across the walls into half-light and half-shadow. The chamber itself was square and orderly, its edges rounded smooth by the passage of time.
Some of the remaining writing on the walls was as large as half a tabletop, while the smallest pieces were only palm-sized.
And it was not limited to the walls. Words had also been carved onto nearby pottery jars, varying greatly in age.
Beneath every inscribed fragment and component hung a small wooden tag indicating which ruin it had come from.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan finally understood. This was probably an imitation burial chamber.
Most of the written objects displayed inside had been brought in from elsewhere.
The students were scattered across several specially