The train headed north. Outside the window, the scenery shifted from lush green to withered yellow, then to endless mountain ranges. Li Yan leaned against the window, clutching a bronze talisman in his hand, his mind full of questions: What exactly had Grandpa encountered in the Qinling Mountains? And what did “bloodline” mean?
What he didn’t know was that, at the other end of the train carriage, a woman in a white shirt was staring at the bronze talisman in his hand, her expression complicated. She held a book titled Secret History of the Pre-Qin Era. A photograph was attached to its cover: an archaeological team, including a bespectacled man who was none other than Li Yan’s grandfather, Li Shouyi.
I feel like I wrote this a bit too hastily. Also, why are all the second male leads in tomb raiding stories called Fatty Wang?
It's quite novel. Take your time.