The conference room at the research center was as quiet as a coffin buried underground.
Because the words of Ji Tianqi had come shuddering out like a snowstorm had blocked the roads and stalled the train, and he was trembling at the station calling out.
"Quickly, summon my Steam Ancestor."
And what made Cong Wen and the others find it hard to accept, yet unable to not look forward to, was this:
Clang clang... clang clang...
The Steam Ancestor, constantly releasing thick smoke, really came, and actually started dragging the train along.
As this image appeared in their minds, it inexplicably felt rather cool.
...
Cong Wen took a deep breath thrice, and after stabilizing his emotions,
"Mr. Ji, regarding Dongfang Bubai, what can you tell us?"
Rather than proposing questions that they were completely clueless about and that were bound to be denied or even mocked by Ji Tianqi, it was better to let Ji Tianqi speak for himself.
