Inside Car #5 of the Light-Year Sword-Rail Express, the entire floor was occupied by a fifty-foot-wide courtyard paved with warm blue spirit stones. Right in the middle of the courtyard sat a replica of Dry-Well Village’s original Sweet-Spring Spirit Well, spatially linked straight to the ancient dragon veins of the territory.
At this moment, deep snoring sounds were rumbling up from the bottom of the well like distant summer thunder.
SNORRRRRRE... PFFFT... SNORRRRRRE...
Every time the sleeper at the bottom of the well exhaled, a puff of warm, golden mist rose out of the stone rim, keeping the fruit trees planted around Car #5 heavy with ripe peaches and sweet melons all year round.
“Hey! Big Worm down in the hole! Wake up! The Young Master has a job for you!”
Hong Ling marched up to the stone rim of the well and banged her two heavy kitchen cleavers against the well-curb like a dinner bell.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
From the crystal-clear water at the bottom of the well, two huge golden lantern eyes—each one the size of a carriage wheel—slowly opened.
