On the sunlit plains, a train billowing black smoke sped past, startling the birds resting in the grass.
An old-fashioned train, verdant meadows, mountains of varying heights in the distance—the whole scenery was picturesque. In this era, trains were powered by coal alone. If admired at night, sparks could be seen shooting from the train's chimney, akin to movie special effects.
Su Xiao leapt onto the last carriage. After observation, this train had a total of 15 carriages; excluding the cockpit and coal room at the front, only 13 were for the passengers. The witch named Mira was inside these 13 carriages, though which specific one remained unknown for now.
Su Xiao couldn't rashly trace the witch's whereabouts now. He was in the dark, the enemy in the light. Such a good opportunity couldn't be wasted.
