CHOO-CHOO!
The giant golden whistle on top of the No. 1 Spirit-Furnace Star-Train let out a blast that shook the loose meteor dust off the space tracks.
Inside the front control cab, Ye Guhan stood with his back straight as a pine tree. He wore a crisp blue conductor’s cap over his long black hair, and his right hand rested proudly on the brass throttle lever. Outside the thick crystal windshield, a bright golden beam of Sword-Qi shot out from the locomotive’s cowcatcher, carving a smooth, glowing highway through the pitch-black void of space.
Behind the engine, fifty heavy black-iron carriages rattled along the beam, carrying ten thousand surveyors, array builders, and martial soldiers toward the third world on Pei Xuan’s star map.
“Lord Pei, look ahead!” Ye Guhan said, his cold voice trembling with excitement as he pointed through the glass. “The orbital winds around that gas giant are full of wild metal-cutting currents! Tell me to step outside the train right now! I will stand on the cowcatcher and use my body to block the space storms as supreme sword training!”
Floating above Ye Guhan’s head was a bright green tooltip box that only Pei Xuan could see:
