The setting sun dyed the wasteland on both sides in dark gold, while the sky was a dim, dull prussian blue.
Between these two extreme colors loomed the massive black silhouette of the train.
The four sets of [Magnetic Fluid Propulsion Devices] rotated slowly, and the hexagonal anti-gravity array nodes under the carriage lit up one by one. The train, hovering in midair, flew forward steadily.
Inside the newly completed Four Nations outpost, Zhao Yuan saluted the departing train, and a thin figure on top of it stood just as straight.
In the Donghuang Heavy Industry camp, Lian Jin waved his hand; he didn't even know if anyone could see him.
He looked around and asked Yang Ruoyu beside him, "Where's my sister?"
"The leaders said she went back to headquarters first. They want you to head back as soon as you can if there's nothing urgent."
Lian Jin scratched his head. "She's leaving already and won't even see me off?"
