Zheng Zetian furrowed his brow; it seemed like he hadn't seen anyone board the train.
'This train has departed Shenzi Peak, next stop, Shengzi Peak…'
The train began to move slowly, while Song Dayou's master, Qingting Zi, had not boarded.
Zheng Zetian glanced at Song Dayou, who remained silent for a moment before standing up and opening the carriage door.
"Stay in the carriage. I'm going out to take a look."
Zheng Zetian pointed at the cloak.
"Master, Yingshuo said not to go out. Not just once or twice, but more than thrice."
Song Dayou waved his hand,
"It's fine, it's fine. Your master has been all over the battlefield at Yu Mountain; if eight demonic sons couldn't kill me, what situation haven't I seen? I'm not yet a 'Heaven,' but I'm at least a 'Great,' right?
Besides, I'm just going to ask the railway guardian about the situation. I'll definitely be back before the Shengzi Peak stop."
Then, Song Dayou left, taking the carriage door with him.
