The Special Affairs Bureau successfully kept the newly awakened Artifact Spirit in the rear, rather than sending it to the very front lines to plug gaps.
The professors of history and archaeology gained a teacher who could answer their questions and clear up their doubts.
Although many of the findings could not be published directly, and they still needed to continue their archaeological work and use excavated evidence to corroborate them, it was still far better than digging around like headless flies.
Professor Zhang gained the chance to spar with Tang Dynasty Modao soldiers, as well as the opportunity to reconstruct all kinds of Tang-era armor according to this Artifact Spirit's descriptions...
Everyone had a bright future ahead of them.
Only Shen Le was exhausted to death and full of resentment. His training regimen had already gone from one hundred balls a day to three hundred, while the ball speed had risen from Level 1 to Level 5...
And he was not allowed to put up wind barriers, water barriers, or any other kind of shield! The instructor training him said:
"If all your focus is on attacking, or if you're already mentally scattered and out of mana, then your body's reactions will be your last lifeline!"
Well... that did make sense... Especially when, during his training, the little ones gathered in a circle on the field, applauding, cheering him on, and shouting encouragement...
Xiao Ling sang and danced at the side, Lan Zhuang released streak after streak of rainbow light to liven things up, while the Silk Skirts formed a stage, played zithers and flutes, and let their flowing sleeves sway.
Red Wedding Dress stood nearby with bow drawn and arrow nocked, occasionally firing an arrow with a rubber tip. The moment he let his guard down, he would