The journey from Huaxi Village to the underground station near the Hong Kong Sanctum Sanctorum took only a few seconds—about as long as it took to get on and off and walk a few steps. The train's actual travel time was practically negligible.
This was one of the many technologies Su Ming had dug out of the Men in Black World. It had long since entered official operation, though ordinary people still knew nothing about it. It served only insiders on the Mystic Side.
Here in Hong Kong, even more people knew Ancient One. Even the old witch selling herbal tea eggs in the train station was an acquaintance.
After all, for more than eight hundred years, Ancient One had been the pride of China's Mystic Side. Everyone knew of her accomplishments. Walking down the street, she had far more pull than Deathstroke.
Smiling and nodding to acquaintances along the way, occasionally exchanging a word or two, Ancient One seemed increasingly at ease. Even her pace up the stairs had quickened considerably, showing just how pleasant her mood was.
Climbing up from the hidden underwater station led into the sewers, and from there, one could emerge anywhere on the surface. It was convenient, a thoroughly user-friendly design.
The Hong Kong Sanctum Sanctorum was not far away. Push open a manhole cover and climb up, and it came into view. Naturally, spells had been cast here as well; only Mages, or those fated to see it, could perceive it.
Unlike the London Sanctum Sanctorum and the New York Sanctum Sanctorum, the Hong Kong Sanctum Sanctorum was styled entirely after the Celestial Empire. It looked somewhat like a City God Temple, though on closer inspection, it also resembled a building within a building.
Gray bricks, green tiles, red pillars and window lattices—there