Time passed second by second.
He glanced at the clock; it was 6:41 PM.
There were less than twenty minutes left until the opening of the Continental Martial Arts Competition's final night, which meant that within the Imperial Arena, the aristocrats, royal relatives, and that man from Aran were starting to enter successively.
The exclusive train of the Eternal Sect forged ahead relentlessly. With less than 400 kilometers remaining to the final stop, the Imperial Capital West District Inspection Station, the sound of the engine and wheels echoed like incessant magical ringing in his head.
The giant celestial bodies in the sky were crystal clear, even though it was not fully night, the splendid starry river was already taking shape. Around this time every year, at around nine o'clock, there would be a spectacular astronomical scene, with constellations moving rapidly across the sky from unfathomable distances.
