"The capital of Southern Plains is called Nanyang City, which has existed since ancient times. I had always suspected that place to be an ancient city, and the tomb of the Daqian Dynasty we discovered earlier can confirm all this!"
Gao Sishu talked on and on.
Whether he was cold or quietly passionate, he normally didn't talk much.
But when it came to ancient history, his interest was piqued.
"Elder Brother, we shouldn't rashly disturb that city; it symbolizes the crystallization of wisdom from a thousand years ago. Although the city has been renovated, the overall layout must be somewhat different from what it was a thousand years ago."
Gao Sishu looked at Song Yin with some apprehension.
The elder brother had taken over two cities, Kaiping and Fengxiang. In his experience, both were ancient cities; such a pity, they had all been taken in.
