"Boom--!!"
In an instant, the entire dreamscape suffered a violent tremor.
The Fleeting Starlight rocked unsteadily, and Yan Huan and March 7th hurried to the window, gazing outside.
"What the heck, is someone detonating a bomb in Penacony?"
Since Yan Huan was currently bored out of his mind, he immediately snatched up his spiked club and wanted to head out.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute..."
March 7th stared out the window, her pupils fixed on the Penacony Grand Theater even higher up.
"The vibration just now seemed to come from the theater. Could it be the Family rehearsing?"
"...Rehearsing? Does someone rehearse a fart that blows up a theater?"
Yan Huan shook the spiked club in his hand, then hoisted it onto his shoulder.
"If you ask me, it's just some Japanese pirates coming to meddle in our rivers and mountains again!"
"Let's go, let's go check out their composition."
The two quickly stepped out of the guest room, and at the corner of the corridor, Himeko was also heading toward them.
"Hmm?"
"You two are going out?"
"Sister Himeko, you felt that vibration just now too, right?" March 7th said with a serious expression:
"We're going to see what happened. It might be the dreamscape being attacked again."
"No need, stay put. Welt has already explained it to me."
Himeko said calmly:
"Miss Yukong and Miss Tingyun are leaving, so let's head to the reality hotel to see them off too."
A short while later.
Inside the Star Rail Express parlor car.
Welt and Sunday sat there.
"Thank you for traveling all this way together, Mr. Welt."
"My farewell journey ends here."
"So, why suddenly come here?" Welt sat across from Sunday, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for himself and the man