The next day, a convoy drove into the East City highway entrance, headed for Northern Mongolia.
In the leading car, Qi Yun was idly chatting with a man in his fifties.
"There are quite a few tombs over in Northern Mongolia, ones from the Liao, Jin, and Yuan dynasties have all been excavated, and there's even a rumor that Genghis Khan's tomb is over there."
"Genghis Khan!?" Qi Yun smacked his lips.
Historians once predicted that the scale of that tomb could be on par with Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum. What if we really unearthed Genghis Khan's coffin?
Thinking about it, it's not impossible. After all, the marked areas on the map are anything but simple, like Loulan Ancient City, Africa's Mount Kilimanjaro, the Mayan Ancient City—none of these are obscure places.
So even if we did unearth Genghis Khan's tomb, it wouldn't be all that shocking.
Thinking of this, Qi Yun swallowed his saliva, his mind racing with possibilities.
