One day later, a plane took off from Islamabad International Airport. 

On the plane, Shi Bo-Ren flipped through the pages of the ancient book Xia Lei had brought from the White Hun Tribe but he could understand neither the ancient book nor the Pashtun translation of it. 

“What’s in it?” Shi Bo-Ren looked at Xia Lei and asked curiously. 

“This is the White Hun Tribe’s record of their history, people, traditions and ceremonies. There’s also a little bit about Princess Yong-Mei but it’s not very detailed. I borrowed this book and I’ll have to return it,” said Xia Lei. 

“What did you borrow it for?” Long Bing couldn’t help interrupting. She was actually worried about the last part where Xia Lei had said ‘return it’. She did not want Xia Lei to go back to a place such as Afghanistan no matter what the reason. 

“This mentions persons from the Ming dynasty and the origin of that metal. I want to bring...