Arrival at Last-Hope City, Prosperous Yet Unfamiliar!

Night deepened.

The Green Train traveled across the wilderness, its lights swaying as it continued along the winding tracks toward the Tian Yuan Territory.

Led by Wang Quan, Su Mo passed through several relatively quiet carriages and made his way to the conductor's room at the very rear of the train.

"Go on in. I'll find somewhere else to make do tonight."

"Sorry for the trouble!" Su Mo smiled apologetically.

"Hey, who can blame me? You're Feng Long's favorite, after all!"

Patting Su Mo on the shoulder, Wang Quan wore an indescribable look of emotion.

But before entering, he could not help adding, "Haha, Youzong, if you ever make it big, don't forget your Brother Wang!"

"Definitely, definitely!"

Clang.

Having received Su Mo's promise, Wang Quan happily shut the door from outside, cutting off the noise of the moving train.

Following the faint light from the somewhat dark bedside lamp, Su Mo looked inside.

Huang Xiaojuan, who had been brought over earlier, was already lying groggily on the bed and had fallen asleep. Clearly, Liu Heping's fierce attack at noon had frightened her badly.

Oreo, meanwhile, was still crouched before the window, energetically watching the scenery flashing past outside.

Seeing Su Mo approach on tiptoe, she raised her head and let out an excited, clear bark.

"Hmm? We've already reached the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mile Mountains?"

Looking out the window, Su Mo saw the towering mountains at the edge of his vision, wrapped in dark shadows. He smiled and sat down, leaning against the headboard.

Compared with the benches in the train, Wang Quan's conductor's room was much more comfortable.

The bed was a full 1.8 meters wide, and the bedding alone was layered eight times. It was as soft as the latex mattresses of the civilized era.