To Wu Xiu, his past was nothing short of legendary.
He had gone from a little beggar starving to death in a roadside temple to the peerless calamity he was today, accumulating a wealth of life experience along the way.
Judging from the name Wu Xiu alone, Wordless Defector had clearly placed considerable hopes on him when she first adopted him. Unfortunately... he had gone astray.
But according to him now, he had completely turned over a new leaf. After all, having been locked in such a tiny place for tens of thousands of years, if he still couldn't come to terms with certain things, then he really was beyond saving...
"You have no idea how I've spent these past tens of thousands of years."
Wu Xiu sighed gloomily.
"Staying in a place this small every day, I was practically suffocating to death... Good thing you came."
"So you're free now?"
Bai Zhi raised an eyebrow as he looked at Wu Xiu.
"Then won't this train be without a ticket conductor from now on?"
"The original [Cross-dimensional Train] never had a ticket conductor to begin with."
Wu Xiu shook his head and sighed.
"In any case, thank you for this... Uh..."
Seeing the hand the other party extended toward him without the slightest hesitation, Wu Xiu's eye twitched.
"Forget verbal thanks. Give me something practical."
Bai Zhi was straightforward.
"Since you've been famous for so long, you must have some good stuff on you. I won't ask for much—just give me a few dozen Mythical Items as thanks."
"...I have no money."
After a long silence, Wu Xiu was speechless.
"I did have a bit of wealth before, so giving you those wouldn't have been a problem. But since I was locked inside this train, tens of thousands of years