Three days later, Mingzhu was on a certain train heading southwest.
Accompanied by the sound of a steam whistle, the train slowly started moving. The passengers, who had been holding their breaths, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The train, delayed for a good three hours, had finally started. Subtly, several people of unknown identity appeared on the train, among them was a fifth-rank Martial Artist. However, none of this had anything to do with Xiao Qiang anymore. After settling Mingzhu's matters and entrusting Li Xiaoyun to Bai Lin, he had bought a train ticket, planning to leave the city.
For Xiao Qiang, the pursuit of the endless heavenly path was the most important thing in his life, everything else was fleeting.
