Three thousand feet beneath the furiously clanging bronze alarm bells of Supreme Sword Mountain, nobody in the Gu Family was in a rush.
“Ooh, listen to that old man yelling upstairs,” ten-year-old Gu Nian giggled, covering his ears with his yellow bunny apron as dust sifted down from the cavern ceiling. “He sounds just like Merchant Boss Qian Duoduo when Chu Tian’s boot fell out of the sky!”
“All right, everyone back into the subway drill,” Gu Changsheng said calmly, picking up seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun in one arm while scooping up his seasoned black [Iron Wok Spatula] with his free hand. “Tuntun has finished her midnight snack, and we have a bath to run before bedtime.”
Within thirty seconds, the entire family—along with the bound, gagged. Thoroughly traumatized Elder Hei and Elder Bai tied to the rear luggage rack like two sacks of wet turnips—stepped back inside the warm, soundproof cabin of the [Silent Family Subway Drill].
As eleven-year-old Ye Xiao pulled the reverse throttle lever, the star-iron drill nose sealed the underground granite tunnel behind them with quick-setting spirit-clay. Leaving Sect Master Jian Jue and his elders frantically searching an empty, half-eaten vault chamber three thousand feet underground.
Fifteen minutes later, the [Silent Family Subway Drill] glided silently up through the bedrock outside Sky-Border Pass. Docked smoothly into the belly bay of the [Lv.3 Flying Courtyard Carriage] parked above the illuminated city plaza.
