HISS—CLANK!
The ten-thousand-car Light-Year Sword-Rail Express glided to a smooth, silent stop along the glowing yellow tracks just above Wind-Scar Planet.
Inside the locomotive cab, General Tie Zhan reached for his heavy Rank 8 star-iron broadsword, grinning from ear to ear. “My Lord, watch me go out there and knock those fifty bald geezers into next week—”
“Out of my way, General Tie! Do not touch the evidence before it is photographed and itemized!”
A blur of blue cloth shot past General Tie Zhan so fast that the big general spun around twice.
Before Tie Zhan could even blink, Abacus Su had kicked open the side airlock of the locomotive, leaped out into the freezing vacuum of space wearing only a thin scholar’s robe and a pair of magnetic-soled slippers, and skated right down the side of the train to Car #4!
Outside Car #4, Elder Feng Buping and the forty-nine other Nascent Soul elders of the Astral Wind Immortal Sect were still clinging to the warm black-iron hull like fifty half-frozen geckos. Because the internal heating pipes of the train kept the outer metal hull at a pleasant fifty degrees, none of the shivering, bald elders wanted to let go of the train and float back into the minus-four-hundred-degree space void in their floral underpants.
