The "staff member" who hurried over saw the man asleep over the table and reached out to shake him.
"Sir, sir, wake up."
The man raised his head, bleary-eyed and seemingly unaware of where—or even when—he was.
He gave a bewildered "Huh?" and looked up at the "staff member" before him. "Where am I?"
"This is the train to Ba County, sir. Where's your ticket? Ticket inspection."
A ticket?
The man patted the pockets of his clothes but found nothing.
After a while, the "staff member" said helplessly, "All right, you'll have to buy a replacement."
As for the "staff member" who had come with him, he twitched his nose and looked into the distance.
He had caught Lin Youzhi's scent.
He escaped.
He lowered his head without speaking.
His expression remained unchanged.
He took out his phone and made a call. "He got away."
"Mm. Did you intercept Xun Yanyu?"
"No."
"...Mm. All right."
The "staff member" deftly deleted the call history, then seemed to suddenly come to his senses.
He glanced behind him.
"Oh, I already checked this carriage."
Muttering to himself, he gave his head a hard slap and shook it.
He had gone to bed too late last night and was still a little muddled.
As though nothing had happened, he went to inspect the carriage ahead, continuing his duties. Only now was he truly a staff member.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng walked through streets and alleys. His walking speed was no slower than the train's. He watched his Twelve-Sided Die gradually return to normal.
Lin Feng put the die away.
The Twelve-Sided Die had more than just four faces.
[Noble] indicated a cultivator, someone who possessed supernatural power. Whoever they were, the stronger they were, the faster the Twelve-Sided Die reacted.
[Divine General] indicated an anomaly.