As Bai Jizi was speaking, a huge iron box rose from the central shaft. A conspicuous red route marker was painted on its side: Class C, Number Four.
Looking closely, they saw that there were already quite a few people inside the iron box.
The iron box opened, and the railing opposite lowered. The crowd poured in, then the iron box closed and shot downward, vanishing from sight.
"Brother Xu, do you find anything amiss?"
Bai Jizi noticed Xu Yi's distracted expression. It was a great rarity. He had known Xu Yi for a long time and understood that this was a man who would find a way to hold up the sky even if it came crashing down. Surely a mere underground transit system, however novel, wasn't enough to impress this fiend.
"Nothing's amiss."
Xu Yi shook his head slightly, his gaze distant. "Brother Bai, do you think there might be a world where people can't cultivate, where they're all ordinary folk, their strength no more than a hundred pounds and their lifespans no more than a hundred years—and yet they could create a mode of transport even more advanced than this iron box?"
Bai Jizi was first taken aback, then shook his head emphatically. "Impossible. How could that be? This iron box is powered by a vast number of spirit stones, and it has arrays..."
Xu Yi had already stopped listening to Bai Jizi's answer. His thoughts had drifted far away.
He had been in this world too long. Sometimes, he could hardly believe it was real, and he was nearly starting to think of his past life on Earth as a dream.
Would he ever be able to return?
Xu Yi suddenly realized that the thought didn't stir him very strongly. It was only because there were