She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 619

Loyce walked forward slowly, her heels sinking slightly into the uneven dirt. She scanned the area. "The Belfry is a historical site. It's supposed to be a renovation project, not a complete tear-down and rebuild, right?"

"Right," Lucian replied. "Tearing it down would destroy its historical value. Geological teams have already surveyed the area. Aside from some complex bedrock that's a nightmare to build on, the topsoil here is unusually soft. It's incredibly difficult terrain, but it's nothing Macrostar couldn't handle. I'm sure Edgar and Horace already have a plan to bypass the regulations."

"Although this area has been flattened and modified over the years, the layout perfectly aligns with the concept of optimal spiritual balance," Loyce murmured, deep in thought. "In ancient times, this specific terrain would have been considered absolute top-tier geomancy."

As she spoke, she kept walking forward.

Lucian walked beside her, watching her focused profile with deep interest. "I'm not exactly an expert on geomancy."

"Put simply, it's a naturally blessed location. Ancient people revered areas surrounded by mountains and water like this, where positive spiritual energy pools naturally. It was ideal for settlements—or for burial grounds."

Suddenly, Loyce's heel caught on something hard in a small dip in the dirt, and she stumbled. Lucian instantly caught her arm. "Careful."

Steadying herself against him, Loyce looked down. She narrowed her eyes, sensing something was off. Instead of stepping away, she crouched down, turned on her phone's flashlight, and gently brushed away the loose dirt and weeds.

"What is it? Did you find something?" Lucian knelt beside her.

Loyce didn't answer immediately. Her fingertips brushed against a cluster of hard fragments—the culprit that had nearly twisted her ankle.

She picked a few pieces up, examining them closely under the harsh white light. Her eyes filled with realization. These weren't ordinary rocks. They were fragments of ancient, fired bricks. Though broken, the crude, historical firing technique was obvious.

"This is..." Loyce's frown deepened.

She swept her light around the immediate area and quickly unearthed a few pieces of heavily weathered pottery. Some of them still bore faint, ancient engravings.

Seeing the patterns, Lucian offered, "There used to be an old porcelain factory here with several kilns. These might just be leftover debris."

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