The sun had just risen, and the morning breeze was still cold.
The intersection was barricaded with traffic cones, temporarily closed off.
A dozen government vehicles were parked by the roadside.
Beside the pit, Chairman Chen Shu, Professor Zhang, Committee Member Gu Lin, and a dozen others were holding their phones, anxiously waiting for news.
In the pit, dozens of Immortal Technique Committee members were personally wielding Luoyang shovels, digging quickly.
"Found another piece!"
"Bring it up!"
There were already seven copper plates lined up at the pit's edge, all in fragmented shapes.
With the latest piece, there were now eight!
Chairman Chen Shu frowned tightly, briefly glancing at the copper plates.
He noticed the characters buried in the soil, slightly revealing sharp strokes, square structures, and intricate details.
Looking a bit longer, his eyes began to hurt, becoming sore and teary.
