Though he had struck gold on his very first attempt and was itching to leap for joy, Ji Jue ultimately held himself back.
He even forced himself to wait for the sake of the performance. Only several hours later did the doors of the Doomsday Train slowly open. Looking left and right, Ji Jue cautiously poked his head out. Once he confirmed that no one was in the surrounding picture frames, he lowered his head and crept toward the departure level.
Yet the moment the elevator opened, he saw a familiar picture frame.
The old geezer, who had been lying in wait for who knew how long, grinned at him, baring his teeth.
"Well, well, if it isn't Embers' chosen one, Crown Master, the Present World's Optimus Prime, the Federation's golden pillar, Ji Jue, Mister Ji himself?!"
The dispatcher looked shocked. "No wonder the elevator suddenly came so close to overloading. It turns out it couldn't hold this many people...
Where might you be going?"
"To work. Ahem, to work!"
Ji Jue coughed twice and put on a solemn expression. "To tell you the truth, when I think about all the contamination in the Border Purgatory Layer that hasn't been cleared away, Worm watching us, and the Established Law hanging by a thread, I just can't sleep. My love for the Sky Rail is sincere. I volunteer to work overtime..."
"No hurry, no hurry!"
The dispatcher studied Ji Jue. His gaze, independent of the timeline, first peered into the images of the future, and his smile grew ever more mischievous. "You've been busy for so long and gone to all this trouble. Is that it?
With such a grand production, it must be an incredible Masterwork, right? You have to let me broaden my horizons. Can I take a look?"