"Woo————"
"Clack clack clack——"
The resonant whistle of the steam engine roared, the sound of ancient mechanical transmission echoed through the heavens. An old steam train shrouded in Dark Qi appeared out of nowhere on the tracks. The Twelve Knights and Milien skillfully leaped aboard the train, speeding along the rails into the sky.
The steam train moved at an astonishing speed, and in an instant, before the golden light had fully faded, the steam train, along with the rusty tracks, vanished from sight.
It wasn't until the golden afterglow had dissipated that the others stared intently at their Guild Master, wondering why they had let the other party leave.
Yi Lin shook his head without explaining, and smiled, "Disperse. Next, we are going to have a celebration."
With a wave of his hand, the moonlight reappeared in the sky, and the light from Engineer Tower fell upon everyone once again.
A celebration?
