The northern grasslands, a prairie nation connected to the Divine Land... the southern Gobi region.
The imposing convoy raced across the grasslands before finally stopping in front of a small tribe. Dozens of yurts, large and small, were scattered around, yet they seemed to conceal some sort of mystery.
It was said that any petty intruder who entered would often lose their way. In the end, without even knowing what had happened, they would wander in circles and somehow find themselves back outside.
The convoy stopped at the tribe's outskirts. A man was already waiting on the withered grass... The people in the convoy referred to him as Mr. Du. He was the bodyguard of the master they had come to meet.
At that moment, a sturdy, middle-aged man wearing a large sable coat stepped down from one of the vehicles... A squad of guards wielding advanced modern weapons formed two rows in front of him.
Chaganbala was the middle-aged man's name. He was a descendant of Borjigin... In other words, he was a legitimate descendant of the Golden Family and the heir of the Great Khagan who had once swept across the entire Euro-Continent. With his family's support, he had now become one of the members of the Great Khural Council. He possessed countless assets and even secretly held several different oligarch identities in Russia.
"Haha, Mr. Du. We meet again."
After getting out of the vehicle, Chaganbala spread his arms and walked toward Mr. Du, who was waiting there. He possessed the bold, unrestrained spirit of a prairie man. Mr. Du, however, had no intention of embracing him. He merely smiled faintly and made an inviting gesture. "Mr. Chaganbala, this way, please. Master Qing has been waiting for you for quite some time."
Chaganbala did not mind Mr.