The main assembly deck of the Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser stretched for three hundred feet beneath arched crystal ribs.
Polished hardwood floors reflected the warm ambient light of overhead lotus lamps. Outside the broad observation ports, the snow-dusted ridges of the Swiss Alps swept past beneath the ship’s keel, glittering like diamond dust in the moonlight.
Standing in crisp, symmetrical formation across the deck were one thousand Righteous Iron Guards.
At the front of the formation stood Lin Mo’s core executive family: Su Wan in her sharp business attire, Chu Lingxiao with her Nine-Phoenix Immortal Sword, Tie Niu standing broad-shouldered like an iron tower, Dr. Gu Qinghe holding his silver needle kit, and Shen Qiaoqiao clutching her leather audit binder.
Beside them stood Master Lu Jian, Old Master Mo, Tang Xiaomi, Han Shan in clean green overalls, Bai Ling with her twin curved daggers, Lin Xiaoxiao, and young Xiao Shi.
Xiao Shi adjusted his tactical comms headset, testing the encrypted satellite link. “All planetary telemetry channels are green, Chairman. The relay towers in our homeland are broadcasting our position with zero signal latency.”
Over by the starboard gangway, Han Shan wiped his weathered hands on a clean towel. “The lower hydroponic greenhouse is holding seventy-two degrees, Boss. Grandma Chen has twenty crates of fresh organic bok choy and garlic sprouts ready if we need to feed our guests.”
