"The train to Shangqiu is about to arrive. Passengers bound for Shangqiu, please take your luggage and prepare to board. Stopping at Platform 5." The gentle female voice repeated the announcement three times.
Zhuang Shi stood up and said, "Let's go!"
Carrying a bag, Ming Jing asked doubtfully, "The high-speed rail takes four hours. Wouldn't flying be faster?"
Zhuang Shi said with a smile, "I get airsick."
Ming Jing blinked. This old man could make people travel through worlds out of thin air, yet he got airsick? That sounded a little absurd.
"Besides, Shangqiu Airport is still under construction, so there aren't any flights!" Zhuang Shi shrugged helplessly.
"Why do we have to go to Shangqiu?" Ming Jing continued. It had taken him tremendous effort to convince his parents to let him make this long trip. After all, he had disappeared for four years just half a month ago. If he vanished for another four years, the old couple truly would not be able to bear it.
Zhuang Shi—the old man—looked at Ming Jing gently and explained, "Some things can only be kept on our ancestors' land. Us descendants aren't capable enough to protect them."
"What is it?" Ming Jing asked curiously.
"You can think of it as something like a sect leader's token. It's very important to you," Zhuang Shi said unhurriedly. "If you want to transfer people from a lower-tier world into a higher-tier world like ours, you'll need that item."
"I understand." Ming Jing nodded.
The two found their seats and sat down. With nothing better to do, Zhuang Shi asked, "Have you decided who you want to bring into this world?"
"Is that something I get to decide?" Ming Jing asked in surprise.
"Of course. You're essentially the recommender!" Zhuang Shi nodded.
"Old man, tell me