Chapter 162 - Deep Meditation Troubles

Wu Zhangkong stood up. “I want to bring this chair with me. Here’s money to compensate for the cost.” He took out some federation bills as he spoke.

“You want to bring this chair with you?” The train attendant had never met such an eccentric passenger before. What did he mean by ‘bring the chair’ with him?

Very soon, Wu Zhangkong explained the meaning of his words with a simple motion.

A ripple of blue light welled up in Wu Zhangkong’s hand as a chill swept through the surroundings. A blue flash later, the train attendant was shocked to see that the chair with the child sitting atop of it was steadily hoisted up by the white-robed man. Carrying the chair with only his left hand, he took large strides towards the train exit.

“Huh?” He really carried the chair away? Heavens! He detached the entire chair.

The attendant hurriedly took out her soul communicator. “Conductor, conductor, over here, there’s…”

And at this...