Mobei was a great desert, yet the wind and sand in the bitter winter months seemed even colder than before. The diurnal temperature difference was already vast, and in winter it became greater still. Though snow could not fall, the freezing cold after nightfall could truly kill people. Therefore, campfires burned everywhere throughout the military camp.
Inside the central command tent, Ye Jinglan stood beside an enormous sand table that simulated a map of Mobei.
He held letters in his hand and read through them one after another. Each time he finished one, he planted a marker into the sand table. Before long, one corner of it was filled with markers. "Cold Crow Crossing can already be ruled out. The He Xu Ruins are not there now..."
As he spoke, he walked toward the corner and saw Qi Miaoxuan wrapped in a blanket, lying on the bed. A small brazier burned beside him, warming a pot of wine.
Ye Jinglan asked, "Old Qi, are you truly certain that the He Xu Ruins are stationary right now rather than moving?"
Qi Miaoxuan curled his lip and said, "Certain. The He Xu Ruins move according to a pattern. They appear once every Forty Years, and after each appearance comes a ten-year period of silence. Once you find the location of the He Xu Ruins during that period, you just need to keep digging."
Ye Jinglan said slowly, "As long as you're certain. At our current pace, we can determine the location in half a month at most."
Qi Miaoxuan poured himself a cup of wine and said, "I'm telling you, kid, there's no need to be so impatient. We're ruling them out one by one anyway. We might find it tomorrow, who knows? Leave professional matters to professionals. Those Tomb Raiders and