Chapter 469 - The Ashen-Robed Man (1/2)

From her father's own lips, the pressure to keep quiet about Tang Wulin had been issued by the higher-ups. What Mo Lan did not know, however, was that Shrek Academy had a huge hand in the secrecy surrounding all things Tang Wulin. And that they had done so for the sake of his safety. It was best if such a young person was cast out of the spotlight, away from the evil soul masters' dangerous gazes.

“Big Sis Mo Lan, don't cry! See, I'm fine!” Tang Wulin put on his brightest smile. “How have you been? Have you fully recovered?” He grabbed some nearby tissues and offered them to her.

Mo Lan accepted the tissues and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “I'm doing good, thanks. Jeez. You should have listened to me when I told you to leave that day. But still. Thank you. You saved my life.”

“Big Sis, you're exaggerating. Any soul master would have done the same. By the way, has that evil soul master been captured yet? I heard from my teacher that he was able to escape.”

Mo Lan shook her head. “Vile b.a.s.t.a.r.ds like him are crafty. There's no trail to follow. But the Federation has still dispatched a task force to hunt him down and crack down on other criminals. They'll catch him sooner or later.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh right! It's a good thing we ran into each other today. Here, take this,” she said as she retrieved a card from her pocket. She handed it to him.

“This is…?”

“It's a train pa.s.s that works throughout the entire Federation. The pa.s.s I promised you last time was an ordinary civilian one, but since you're a hero who saved so many people, I got permission to issue you a pa.s.s with the highest privileges. Whenever you ride a train in the future, just show them this card and they'll let you in for free and give you a private room fit for four. You can bring people along with you too.”

“Huh? This card is awesome!” Tang Wulin exclaimed.

Mo Lan smiled. “A hero's treatment befits a hero. You deserve it. Now keep the pa.s.s safe. If you lose it, give me a call and I'll have another one issued for you. Right, what's your number?”

A few taps later, she had Tang Wulin's number saved as a contact.

“Alright then, I'll take you to your private room. You can experience it for yourself.”

Wiping away the last of her tears, Mo Lan bounced at every step and pulled him along to a carriage located at the center of the train.

All trains had an area for VIPs. No one but honored guests could enter and there was no way to buy a ticket in. Only those such as high-ranking politicians, powerful soul masters, or eminent military personnel qualified. There was no doubt that anyone found in this VIP area had made great contributions to the Federation and weren't just throwing their money around.

Since she was the train conductor, Mo Lan knew which of the rooms were occupied and which ones weren't. She brought Tang Wulin to one tucked in the center.

It was hardly s.p.a.cious. It was built within a train after all. A dozen or so square meters in area, the room boasted a small sofa, a desk, and two bunk beds. It was just large enough to comfortably accommodate four people. Of course, the room was luxurious compared to ordinary seats.

“Wulin, just rest here for now. The train will be departing soon so I have some things I need to attend to first. I'll come visit you once I'm done,” said Mo Lan, smiling warmly.

“Okay. See you in a bit, Big Sis!”

At the click of the door's lock, Tang Wulin fell back against the mattress, eagle sprawled. He rolled over once, pressing his face into the sheets. He breathed in. The scent of fresh laundry felt calming, and with how tranquil the room was, he could meditate in peace here.

But he didn't meditate. Rather, taking a long-deserved rest seemed more attractive. As was expeling his pent up tension and stress through slumber-fueled breaths. So there he lay, enjoying the peace and quiet.

His eyelids grew heavy and his mind fell into a sleepy haze.

When Tang Wulin awoke, he felt refreshed, more energetic than he had felt in weeks. He sighed in pleasure as he stretched his body.

The pit-pat of feet against floor echoed during Tang Wulin's short walk to the desk. He picked up the complimentary water bottle. Drank a few gulps. Taking a seat at the desk, he peered out the window and watched the landscape flitting by. Gone were thoughts of responsibilities and duties. It was only him and the lush scenery now.