At the train station exit in Haitian City, a gateway woven from steel and dreams, sunlight fell just right, gilding the bustling crowds. Amid the shifting light and shadows stood an old man in a Taoist robe, weathered by time. He looked like an immortal from an ancient legend, strolling through the mortal world. Holding a seemingly ordinary iron fortune-telling compass that nonetheless gleamed with a mysterious light, he stopped Zhang Zhijun, a young man who had just leaped off the Time Train.
