Just as Sun Hang was planning to conduct some research into this Old Civilization Research Institute, the micro-terminal on his wrist suddenly emitted a piercing "beep beep" sound—this was a pre-set alarm, and its ringing meant that Sun Hang only had twenty minutes of "freedom time" left.
No matter what Sun Hang was doing at the moment, he had to put it aside and take the ghost train back to Chunming City.
"Just as well, I can take this information back for analysis to see what it really means."
Sun Hang did not share the news of the Priest's death with the other remnants in the settlement, and none of them dared to trouble him when they saw him emerge from the Holy Temple unharmed—even the Death Warriors of the Priest knelt respectfully on either side of the road, their foreheads touching the ground, as motionless as statues.
"Let's go." Sun Hang beckoned to Nuer, "Time is running out."
"Go... where?"
