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The sea of people before him completely exceeded anything he had imagined.

The spacious platform was packed with all sorts of people: nobles and merchants dressed in fine clothes, ordinary folk carrying bundles, and cultivators traveling in groups of two or three.

What surprised Venerable Hidden Moon even more was that he spotted several cultivators in the crowd who looked just as bewildered. Judging by their bearing and attire, they were clearly reclusive experts who had not ventured out into the world for a long time.

"Master, there are so many people here."

Han Shuang muttered softly, his eyes constantly roaming. He had grown up in the sect; when had he ever seen such a lively scene?

On either side of the platform, station staff in matching uniforms were maintaining order.

A clear female voice came through the loudspeakers. "Train G-742 bound for the Northern Frontier will be arriving shortly. Passengers, please queue in an orderly fashion."

"Senior, please follow me." The elder led the two of them to the ticket window with practiced ease and took out several silver coins. "Three tickets to North Mountain Commandery."

Venerable Hidden Moon looked at the little tickets and frowned slightly. "Just a slip of paper?"

"It serves as proof of purchase," the elder explained respectfully. "Special anti-counterfeiting runes are printed on it. They'll check it when we board."

After buying the tickets, Venerable Hidden Moon considered briefly, then turned and gestured to the Snowfield Ice Wolves.

The four imposing spirit beasts gave a low growl, turned, and raced back the way they had come, vanishing into the mountain forest in the blink of an eye.

Since he would be riding a new "mount," he naturally had to send his old mounts back. They were simply too large for an ordinary train to