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The young man who just brushed past him had a clear, handsome face, and an aura that unconsciously made others give way.
Unfortunately, both had their own schedules, otherwise they could have made acquaintances.
The whistle sounded long, and the train behind him had already set off.
"According to Grandpa's message, the Mirage Gate should be right here," John steadied himself and took out a pocket watch from his coat. The case of the watch was gilded, making it look just like a gold watch.
With a click, after he flipped open the case, there wasn't a watch face inside but a needle similar to a Chinese compass. The color of the needle was very special, not like it was made from ordinary metal, but rather like ice, transparent. In this hot season, touching it gave a chill.
But it wasn't ice; this was a needle made from the incredibly precious Meteor Crystal, crafted by Old John with the ability to locate Spiritual Origin.
