Sure, here's the translated text:
"Clang... clang... clang..."
The sound of the rails echoed in his ears, like a lullaby, and then Duanmu Huai dreamed.
In the dream, he saw a unique scene.
A Japanese courtyard, with several figures standing, all dressed in ancient costumes. Duanmu Huai looked at them as if watching a period drama.
"... killed the girl of the Twelve Ghost Moons?"
"That's right, though the child looks small, she's very powerful."
"Where did her Sun Wheel Blade come from? Without it, there's no way to slay the Evil Spirit, right?"
"According to my investigation, it seems to have been left by a swordsman who failed to defeat the Evil Spirit before."
"Single-handedly slaughtered the Lower Rank of the Twelve Ghost Moons? If what you say is true, then this little girl indeed has limitless potential."
"No, it wasn't a slaughter."
