As the clock struck three on the afternoon of the second day, the massive bronze cauldron, the Nine Zhou Ding, was finally rid of the last speck of dirt.
Luo Feng had meticulously photographed every character etched within the bronze cauldron. The inscriptions covered a mere fifth of the cauldron's interior surface, an assemblage of about a thousand characters distributed sporadically within the cauldron.
Once he had documented all the inscriptions, Luo Feng emerged from inside the bronze cauldron, instantly drawing an eager crowd around him.
"Luo Feng, have you successfully captured the inscriptions?" queried a voice from the crowd.
"I have," Luo Feng confirmed, lifting his phone for them to see. "I've shared the images in our group chat for you all to examine and translate."
