Dusk, the train stopped once again.
The doors opened, and Wu Heng stepped off the train.
His gaze swept the surroundings, and soon he saw Seterde Fortress in the distance, along with skeleton figures patrolling atop its walls.
The northern wall, collapsed from his own electromagnetic cannon fire, was still being repaired. Skeletons and workers were hustling and bustling, making the scene unusually lively.
He released the three ghosts, who floated around and also looked towards the distance.
"You're quick!"
"Have we arrived?"
"Uncle, where is the Second Prince?"
The three ghosts spoke one after another, their voices coming from both sides.
"I've just arrived at Seterde Fortress, there's no Second Prince here," Wu Heng said.
Xiao Xiao lay lazily in midair, "Uncle, the names here are so hard to remember, and they're easy to trip over when speaking."
"There's nothing to be done, the culture is different," Wu Heng said, heading in the direction of the fortress.
