Information between ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the leaders of various channels was not shared at all, leaving almost everyone in a state of complete isolation.

Bai Cheng did not understand the situation of other channels, nor could she know about the Outpost Cities located in other terrains.

Therefore, she had no way of deducing what the ultimate goal of those special Survivors in #1 Channel really was.

Regardless, the opponent's deployment in the Dark Forest could be considered completely destroyed by her.

Bai Cheng simply stopped worrying about such matters.

After all, as long as it didn't affect her, it was of little consequence.

After returning to the train, Bai Cheng distributed the tens of thousands of Magic Crystals she had brought back from the Outpost City equally among the staff, excluding Purple Iris and Qingniao.

Of course, this also included herself and Yu Nian.

For Bai Cheng, creating King-level powerhouses one by one no longer held much significance; subsequent breakthroughs required enlightenment, and having one absolute powerhouse to hold the fort was enough.

More importantly, with Bai Cheng's prestige now elevated, she was confident she could raise all remaining staff to the King-level in a very short time.

Life returned to its usual routine; the train stopped and started, frequently heading to the surface to replenish fuel.

The distance to the next Station was constantly shortening, and they would enter #8 Platform in just a few days.

However, to participate in this Ten Thousand Frequency Hegemony Tournament, everyone still had to stay in this terrain for a little while longer.

As for exactly how long they would stay, no one could say for sure.

These past few days had been the most relaxed days for everyone ever; those guys from #1 Channel had vanished without a trace.

Everyone played and chatted inside the carriages, as if they had long forgotten that this was a cruel world where the strong preyed on the weak.

Silent Night gradually descended, leaving only the carriages brightly lit.

The faint blue cold light of Magic Crystals flowed between Bai Cheng's fingertips. She leaned on the soft couch in the observation carriage, her fingers moving slightly as she gently kneaded and dispersed the mass of crystal energy.

Outside the window, the endless sea of clouds was shrouded by the night, with only the roar of the train's movement echoing in the silence.

Yu Nian pushed the door open and entered, holding a cup of steaming flower tea in her hand.

She was barefoot, her soft nightgown hanging down to her calves, like a phantom quietly floating in the night wind.

Bai Cheng didn't turn around, but her fingers paused slightly, and the lines of her shoulders relaxed a bit.

Yu Nian sat down beside her, the fragrance of tea spreading with her movements.

Bai Cheng glanced sideways, her gaze falling on the rim of the cup she held out; there was a faint red smear there—Yu Nian's lip print.

She didn't take it, but simply lowered her head slightly and took a sip from Yu Nian's hand.

The tea was hot, and the sweetness was just right.

Yu Nian smiled. Instead of withdrawing her hand, she used her thumb to brush against the corner of Bai Cheng's lips, wiping away a stray drop of water.

Her fingertips were cool, like thin winter snow, yet they made Bai Cheng's breathing hitch subtly for a moment.

The carriage swayed slightly. Yu Nian leaned forward, her hair falling and brushing against Bai Cheng's collarbone.

Bai Cheng didn't dodge; she even raised her hand slightly, her knuckles resting against the side of Yu Nian's neck as if to gather her loose hair, only to stop halfway, letting the strand of soft black hair wrap around her fingers.

Yu Nian looked up, the scattered points of light outside reflected in her eyes like fireflies floating on a lake at midnight.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and Bai Cheng's gaze followed that tiny tremor downward, finally landing on her lips.

The air between them suddenly became thick.

Yu Nian suddenly leaned in, her fingers resting on Bai Cheng's wrist, pressing down lightly.

She rubbed it, as if confirming something.

Bai Cheng allowed her actions, her breathing merely slowing by half.

Outside the window, the pitch-black forest flashed by as the train entered a patch of shadow, and the lights inside the carriage suddenly went out.

In the darkness, Yu Nian's breath was within reach.

Bai Cheng's fingers tightened slightly, gripping her wrist; the force wasn't heavy, yet it brooked no escape.

Three seconds, five seconds.

When the lights flickered back on, Yu Nian was still sitting in the same spot, but the corners of her lips were slightly curled as if something interesting had just happened.

Bai Cheng's fingers had already withdrawn, resting back on the edge of the soft couch. Her expression was normal, save for her knuckles which were slightly white.

She picked up the teacup and took another sip.

The tea was no longer that hot, but her throat still felt a bit tight.

Yu Nian rested her chin on one hand, tilting her head to look at her, the smile in her eyes undiminished.

Bai Cheng glanced at her and said nothing, but suddenly reached out, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her closer.

Yu Nian didn't resist, allowing herself to be pulled close, the stray hairs on her forehead almost brushing against Bai Cheng's nose.

“Stop it,” Bai Cheng said in a low voice, her tone a degree deeper than usual.

Yu Nian blinked, her eyelashes almost brushing Bai Cheng's jaw.

She didn't respond, but the curve of her lips deepened. Then she pulled back slightly, her fingertips sliding down Bai Cheng's wrist and finally giving a light hook in her palm, like a silent invitation.

Bai Cheng's eyes darkened slightly, and her knuckles tightened.

The night wind was slightly cold as the train traveled through the sea of clouds, the armor on the roof vibrating slightly due to the high speed.

Leng Ningxue stood on high, her blue hair scattered by the wind. The distant starlight was reflected in her eyes, yet they were deeper than the night.

Unbeknownst to them, the intimacy between Bai Cheng and Yu Nian had already been quietly witnessed by her.

She shouldn't have looked.

But at that moment, standing in the shadow of the carriage connection, her gaze had involuntarily stopped on the observation window.

Bai Cheng's fingers threaded through Yu Nian's hair, her movements gentle, as if tidying it, yet also carrying an unspoken tenderness.

Yu Nian tilted her head slightly with a smile on her lips, her fingertips lightly tracing the back of Bai Cheng's hand.

Leng Ningxue's breath hitched, and she turned to leave, as if afraid of disturbing a secret that shouldn't be glimpsed.

Now, she stood alone on the roof. The cold wind poured into her collar, yet it couldn't extinguish the inexplicable restlessness in her chest.

She looked down, her fingertips gently rubbing her own collarbone, her lips pressed tight, as if confirming something.

Confirming whether she, too, was longing for that same warmth.

In the distance, a shooting star suddenly streaked across the night sky. The fleeting light reflected in her eyes but could not illuminate the deeper places.

She closed her eyes, her palm pressed against her waist, her fingers slowly tightening as if to grab onto something, only to release in futility.

The wind grew stronger, making her clothes flap loudly.

She leaned back against the metal beam of the roof, looking up at the pitch-black night sky, and suddenly let out a low chuckle, like self-mockery.

She knew what she was doing.

She also knew who she was thinking about.

Her thumb slowly slid over her own lips, pressing lightly, as if simulating a certain touch.

Her breathing gradually became ragged. She tilted her head slightly, a suppressed gasp escaping from deep in her throat.

The train entered a tunnel, and darkness swallowed everything.

At that moment, Leng Ningxue allowed herself to indulge, her palm pressed against her chest, feeling the violent heartbeat as if this could fill some kind of void.

When the light returned, she had restored her usual composure, except for her white-knuckled grip, as if she had just held onto something tightly and was forced to let go.

She stood up, tidied her clothes, and tied back her silver hair, her expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

Only the night wind knew that the dark undercurrent in her eyes had not yet subsided.

“Phew, just consider it adapting to the side effects.”

Outside the window, the train drove into the deeper night.