Among the island's residents, the vast majority had never seen Quan Yi's true face.
But legends about him had quietly spread through people's conversations.
From the subjects they studied to the Steam Engines, Iron Ships, and Trains they benefited from, all of it had its origins in Quan Yi's inspiration.
To them, the person who could lead them out of their former sea of suffering and let them live with more decency and dignity was their benefactor.
They had heard far too many rumors about Quan Yi, and recently they had even heard that the Soul Master team he led had become the champion of the continental Youth Soul Master Elite Competition.
But Quan Yi, like a Divine Dragon whose tail was never seen, rarely appeared in the public eye, and this brought the crowd's curiosity and longing to its peak.
Steam power hauling a huge cargo basket dragged heavy grain along the wide, long Cement road leading east.
After a brief journey of two hours, Peter's Steam Car arrived at a place far more complex than a village.
It was a Cement building marked Central Station.
Around the low but extraordinarily broad and long square building, countless steam haulers spewing thick smoke and scorching water vapor were loaded with large quantities of goods and arrived in the surrounding parking area.
What these haulers carried was not only rice. Some were loaded with liquid goods sealed inside airtight wooden barrels.
Such as palm oil, natural rubber, honey, and so on.
These raw materials, distributed in different locations, were processed by their respective villages and transported here in concentration.
And as for why they had to be moved here, it was all because of the long metal Iron Rail laid behind Central Station, and the long train placed atop the rail.