Inside the school.
The woebegone youth Sun Yuan, undeterred by numerous setbacks, had not given up on uncovering the truth.
A few days later.
Looking weary, Sun Yuan knocked on another professor's office door: "Hello, Professor Zhang! I'm Sun Yuan!"
"Oh, Old Xiang's student! What brings you to see me?"
Professor Zhang, in his fifties, had a slightly sarcastic and self-mocking expression.
After all, he studied ancient mythology, a field not aligned with the strictly objective world of archaeology.
In fact, Sun Yuan had heard Professor Xiang disparage him many times.
But now, he wore a broad smile: "I've encountered some academic issues that no one could resolve, and my teacher once praised you for your unique and thought-provoking insights."
"Heh, you're quite the talker, did Old Xiang really say that?"
Professor Zhang was clearly skeptical, but his attitude improved significantly: "Have a seat, what would you like to ask?"
