When the old man saw Li Wei's Armored Train, he was utterly stunned.
Even an ordinary person could tell how extraordinary this Armored Train was just by its appearance, let alone an engineer. The old man stared at it in a daze. Only after he was brought aboard, seated across from Li Wei again, and caught the aroma of tea did he gradually come to his senses.
"Please."
Sitting opposite him, Li Wei gestured invitingly. The old man gazed at the hot tea before him, looking momentarily dazed. He carefully raised the cup to his lips, first closing his eyes and breathing in its fragrance, then gingerly taking a sip.
Then a stream of hot tears rolled from the corner of his eye.
"Holy Lord above, I thought I would never drink tea again in my life..."
"Don't worry, sir. We have plenty of tea here."
Li Wei chuckled as well, watching the old man lower his guard and begin leisurely enjoying his tea.
Then he spoke without warning.
"All right, you don't mind telling me how you really ended up here now, do you? There's no need to repeat those made-up stories from earlier."
At Li Wei's words, the old man froze, but he still set down his cup without betraying any emotion.
"Sorry, I don't know what you mean."
"I think you know exactly what I mean."
Li Wei smiled at the old man. As he had said before, if a student told a teacher that a dog had torn up his homework, there was a good chance he really did have a dog at home. Likewise, the old man's story was interesting, but Li Wei had never taken it seriously.
Of everything in the old man's story, he was only certain that the Lord of Clot was