"Lady Xiang—Lady Xiang—"
Dean Wang's eyes instantly went wide. Shen Le watched him carefully, arms spread open, with a faint glow of healing magic even gathering in his palms:
Old man, don't you dare keel over!
No heart attack, no cerebral hemorrhage, don't get so shocked or angry that something seriously goes wrong!
Dean Wang took several hard breaths before finally catching his breath. The old man grabbed Shen Le's arm, trembling all over. "Are you telling the truth?!"
"It's true—I really did meet Lady Xiang. She was the one who guided me to dig up this set of chime bells. Otherwise, how could that white light have flared up everywhere that day? How could I have dug up exactly the right thing every time?"
Shen Le nodded seriously. "You know I have some special abilities. With certain cultural relics I restore myself, I can see what they went through. For example, that Madam Xu Dagger showed me Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin—"
Dean Wang knew about that. Whatever Shen Le claimed to have seen was impossible to prove with mere words.
But the Xianyang Palace he had drawn—the layered palace towers, flights of steps, railings, halls, roof tiles, as well as the clothing, ceremonial guards, and carriages of the Qin people—
Some details could be matched against archaeological discoveries!
That lucky Old Han had taken the things his student drew and used them in reconstructing the Qin palace ruins, and they had even helped him identify items that had never been excavated before!
"Oh, right. These chime bells also showed me a little of what they experienced—"
Shen Le gently pulled free from his grip, took out a stack of printouts, and spread them out one by one. "'When King Zhao did not return, you