"This bronze yi—there might be somewhere—it was assembled incorrectly."
Shen Le answered slowly, yet without the slightest hesitation, one word at a time. Dean Wang frowned slightly, wanting to stop him, but in the end said nothing;
Behind the professor from the National Museum, a long-haired male student's eyes widened slightly in disbelief. He took half a step forward, and the two boys beside him turned to look at him at the same time;
As for the professor who had asked the question earlier, he removed his glasses, wiped them, put them back on and adjusted them, then bent down to examine the bronze artifact before him. "Interesting—" he said softly. "Truly interesting. Come, what is the basis for your judgment?"
Sweat broke out on Shen Le's back. To be fair, neither his eyes, his store of knowledge, nor even his spiritual power detection was enough to support such a judgment:
This bronze yi had been completely pieced together, its form smooth and coherent. Although some areas were visibly added later, those additions had been made in colors different from the original artifact, so that could not be considered an incorrect assembly;
Its shape, patterns, and every other detailed feature all matched the characteristics of bronze yi from the Central Plains heartland during the Western Zhou period. Nothing stood out as strange;
Even when sensed with spiritual power, the spiritual characteristics of these glued-together bronze fragments were extremely similar. It felt—
It felt as though they had come from the same vessel, been shattered and buried for thousands of years, then fortunately pieced back together—
"It told me itself." Finally, under the intense stares of his own dean and the professor opposite him, Shen Le had no choice but to force himself to give the original answer. "It said there's