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A few breaths later, Jiang Ding arrived at the front of the train.
Doors he passed along the way automatically opened in succession, causing him no hindrance.
"Jiang Ding, is that you? Are you sure you can deal with the Foundation-building cultivators ahead? Why not stop and wait for backup? There's no helping property damage and casualties."
A bearded train conductor was already waiting, speaking anxiously.
This busy-looking uncle, in the middle stage of Qi Practicing, probably had no time to pay attention to other matters and naturally wouldn't recognize a college entrance exam top scorer, which was a common occurrence each year at the Xianmen Sect.
"Yes, sir, I can."
Jiang Ding nodded slightly.
Clang!
The azure sword-light flashed and disappeared, flying out from a previously reserved exit. The speed of the sword increased considerably from the start, giving the impression of a cavalryman brandishing a lance.
