"What does it mean that we can't leave?"
Ji Linglang stepped forward, frowning as she asked.
The station staff replied, "It's been raining in Luzhou territory for two days now, and fifteen minutes ago, a landslide broke a bridge up ahead that has train tracks on it."
Chai Chai asked, "How long will it take to fix?"
"Not sure."
The station employee shook his head and said, "It's still pouring rain, and we don't know when the rails and bricks for the bridge repair can be transported here."
Having said that, he passed through the corridor and went to the next carriage to inform the passengers and instruct them to disembark.
"How could this be such a coincidence?"
Ji Linglang lowered her voice. "Could there be some other reason?"
"Let's get off the train first and talk about it."
Li Ang shook his head and controlled the Ink Silk Clone, shaped like a bird in the sky, to dash forward along the tracks.
