Less than thirty minutes after the duel at Star-Lotus Plaza ended, Ye Guhan swung his Heaven-Leveling Rail Blade across the starry void and laid a gleaming golden train track straight up to the front marble steps of the Floating White-Lotus Sacred City.
CHOO-CHOO—!
The Central Star-Train pulled right into the main square of the Void-Lotus Alchemy Guild’s headquarters.
Thirty-foot-tall Titan engineers hopped off the flatcars carrying crates of bright yellow Debtor Vests and rolls of red municipal seizure tape. Leading the march up the wide white-jade stairs were Abacus Su—holding a three-hundred-pound iron-bound copy of the Dry-Well Galactic Consumer Protection Lawbook—and Hong Ling, spinning her two heavy kitchen cleavers like twin silver fans.
Behind them, Alchemy Sovereign Yao was being escorted along with his face still black with furnace soot, his eyebrows completely blown off, and the two broken halves of his Golden Nine-Dragon Furnace clanking on a handcart beside him.
“Wait! You cannot just march into our Guild’s Central Herb Vaults!” Grand Alchemist Dan Chen cried out, scurrying after Hong Ling as she approached the three-hundred-foot-tall diamond doors at the back of the main palace. “Even if Sovereign Yao lost the duel contract, those vaults hold three thousand years of private Guild reserves!”
