A man wearing a white robe with only one pair of eyes exposed stood quietly.
He had a golden cane in his hands.
From the appearance alone, there was no way to tell his age.
But just standing so simply, he could exude a noble, elegant, and ancient temperament.
Those archaeologists who are over half a hundred years old are at least a hundred times different in temperament from him.
Needless to say, this man was Khufu.
As he said those words, his and Ye Bei's eyes collided with each other, thinking deeply.
But the archaeologists around did not intend to give any face to the Pharaoh who had lived for 5,000 years.
"Who are you? Didn't you see that we are having a meeting? As soon as you came in, you said something inexplicable. Even a well-known archaeologist should apologize for the first time he came in, right?"
