On the subway platform, Yang Baicheng said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Huang. I'll never forget this great kindness!"
Huang Tian waved a hand. "I only helped because I happened to be there. Don't give it another thought."
Yang Baicheng thanked him repeatedly, while Liu Dong invited Huang Tian to stay in Flourishing Harmony City so they could treat him to a meal in thanks. Huang Tian declined. He was eager to refine the vast spiritual energy he had just absorbed and did not want to waste time.
After a brief farewell, Huang Tian got into a car bound for Verdant Sun City.
Liu Dong watched the car until it disappeared from sight, then said with a sigh, "Thank goodness Mr. Huang came to help. Otherwise, you might not have survived. Headquarters couldn't spare many people to support us."
Yang Baicheng shook his head. "Not 'might not.' I would have died, without a doubt. That Death Train was too terrifying. Even a veteran level-two Dreamer would probably have taken a terrible fall. And even if headquarters had sent someone, they couldn't have sent a level-three Dreamer."
Across the Eastern Peace Kingdom, there were only four level-three Dreamers affiliated with the authorities. The Dreamer Association had three of them: its president and two vice presidents.
Those three held powerful positions and had regions to guard. How could they rush to Flourishing Harmony City on short notice to save a level-one Dreamer like him? Sending a level-two Dreamer would already have been generous.
Liu Dong clicked his tongue. "So Mr. Huang really is a level-three Dreamer? The information from the Green Sun City Branch was right?"
After the nightmare at Benevolent Nursing Home was dealt with yesterday, the members of Verdant Sun City's emergency response team had been beside themselves