The Turado Hotel.
Bai Zihe returned here, holding three parchment scrolls in his hands.
"Finally, I have them all!"
Bai Zihe couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
Now.
He possessed the ten-sided die, nine elemental keys, two True Yuan Spirit Stones, Kongwu, and the map of Dragon Island.
As soon as his eldest martial sister obtained the last key, everything would be complete!
Countless battles.
Countless preparations.
Endless anticipation.
All that remained was to wait for July 14th to arrive and unveil the mystery!
Bai Zihe pieced the three parchments together.
But as he looked...
Bai Zihe frowned.
This thing wasn't a modern map at all!
Some of the markings within it left not only him, but also his fourth martial sister, the four women, and even Irina who had accompanied them, utterly bewildered and lost.
"This..."
Murong Mingyue pointed to one of the addresses and said uncertainly, "It seems to be a place name from ancient times. I vaguely recall hearing about it somewhere."
Ancient times...
Bai Zihe was immediately speechless.
Time was the most ruthless knife in the world.
Dynasties rose and fell over millennia, stars shifted over ten thousand years, and seas could turn into mulberry fields.
How was he supposed to find it?
Immediately, Bai Zihe called his fifth martial sister, explaining everything.
"Ancient map?"
On the other end of the line, Yue Rushuang pondered for a moment and chuckled, "Junior brother, seventh martial sister has an expert who can decipher ancient maps!"
Right!
Bai Zihe suddenly realized.
Seventh martial sister's family was said to be a guardian family, with a long lineage!
So, Bai Zihe immediately called his seventh martial sister.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
To Bai Zihe's surprise, although the call connected, no one answered!
Something's wrong!
Bai Zihe immediately sensed that something was amiss.
He remembered.
When he left the capital, he had killed three imperial guards.
Seventh martial sister had told him to leave the capital quickly, while she went back to plead with the Crown Prince not to pursue the matter.
At that time...
Seventh martial sister had seemed very off when she returned.
She had escorted him all the way to the plane and only left after the plane had taken off.
Bai Zihe now realized.
It was likely that from that moment on, seventh martial sister had been keeping something from him!
He needed to return to Great Xia immediately!
Taking a normal flight would clearly be too late.
It took more than ten hours to fly from Moqihe to the capital, not to mention the waiting time for flights. By then, it would be far too late.
Immediately, Bai Zihe turned back.
On the way, he called his fifth martial sister, asking her to investigate what was happening with seventh martial sister.
Not long after, he encountered Kirov, who was emerging from the valley.
Bai Zihe spoke frankly, "I need to return to the capital of Great Xia as quickly as possible. I hope you can help."
Kirov was taken aback.
He didn't understand why Bai Zihe was in such a hurry.
However, the old marshal's words still echoed in his mind. For the upcoming Dragon Island expedition, Bear Country still relied on Bai Zihe's strength and help.
So, he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Mr. Bai, please come with me."
After a whirlwind journey.
They returned to the White Death base.
Kirov personally selected the base's best pilot and the fastest fighter jet to escort Bai Zihe back to the capital of Great Xia.
"I will remember this favor!"
Bai Zihe said to Kirov, and then ordered the pilot to take off.
The journey was silent.
The pilot was not very proficient in the language of Great Xia.
And Bai Zihe was anxious, worried about seventh martial sister's safety, and not in the mood to talk.
But after a while.
Bai Zihe couldn't wait any longer and asked, "How long would it take to fly back to the capital of Great Xia at the fastest speed?"
"It's at least three to four thousand kilometers from here to the capital of Great Xia. Even flying at Mach 1, it would take at least three hours!"
The pilot replied without hesitation.
Three hours...
He hoped it wasn't too late!
Bai Zihe prayed silently.
The pilot added, "This is assuming a direct flight."
"If we need to avoid commercial airliners, avoid certain restricted airspace, such as radar-sensitive areas, and the air defense zones of Great Xia..."
"It will take longer."
Three hours was already too long for Bai Zihe.
Even longer?
He immediately instructed, "No need to avoid anything. Just fly the shortest, fastest route!"
"Yes!"
The pilot immediately agreed.
Silence fell again in the fighter jet.
Bai Zihe closed his eyes and rested.
Until...
"Sir, we are approaching the airspace of Great Xia's Wolf Army. Should we perhaps make a detour?"