Once the grain had been loaded onto the carts, Li Qinwu bid Old Man Sen farewell, climbed aboard, and headed toward the ventilation ducts with the convoy.
On the way, Li Qinwu picked up Little Knife and had the drivers avoid areas he considered potentially dangerous. They reached the ventilation ducts half a day later.
The lackeys waiting at the entrance to the ventilation ducts had gotten so bored they were playing cards. When they finally saw Li Qinwu arrive, they all stood up to greet him.
"Move all the grain from the carts onto our train. We're getting ready to head back."
After giving the order, Li Qinwu went to the underground maintenance station to call up the Silent One and told him to wait in the carriage for departure.
Seeing everyone moving sacks of grain, the Silent One wanted to help too. He raised his hand, intending to use Gravity Control to transfer every sack onto the Little Train, but the sharp-eyed Li Qinwu stopped him.
"Don't! Don't expose your identity as a Psyker. You'll bring trouble down on me!
Once you get to my place, don't go covering the walls in Warp-art murals, don't mess around with animal carcasses, and don't livestream the voices of the Warp.
And most importantly, most importantly, most importantly, don't you fucking pull some huge stunt without saying a word! If one day your inspiration has an Explosion and you want to do something insane, remember to tell me first!!"
The Psykers of Warhammer 40,000 were all overflowing with ideas, and because they possessed Psychic Power, they were extremely capable of putting those ideas into action.
*Why don't I open a passage connecting reality and the Warp for fun? A voice in my head says that sacrificing the ten billion people in