A strong gust of wind produced by the propeller ruffled Baili Jia Jue's strands of lank, silver hair. Fully exposed under the light, his alabaster white complexion was so fair, he could have mistaken him as an aristocratic vampire.
"What's the current location of the train?" His voice was crisp like the cold winter air at night.
The wealthy merchant, in charge of receiving him at Yungui District, wiped the cold sweat dotting his forehead with a handkerchief and shaky fingers. His ill-fitting suit looked more rumpled than before as the air stream blew against him. He stuttered, "It… it might have departed."
"And so, I ask, where is it?" Unlike the wealthy merchant, Baili Jia Jue stood tall without giving a single thought about the air stream. As his hair fluttered magnificently in the strong wind, it gave him an air of regality.
