Flap... flap... flap...
A gentle, warm breeze from the solar drying array blew across the rear patio deck of the Command Star-Train.
Strung between two golden brass poles right outside the dining car was a heavy-duty braided star-silk clothesline.
On the left half of the clothesline hung thirty freshly washed yellow Sanitation Worker Vests and a row of Old Guo’s white kitchen aprons.
And on the right half of the clothesline—clipped by the back of his belt with two giant wooden spirit-clothespins—hung Old Monster Ming, the Rank 9 Mid Peak Grand Patriarch of the Abyssal Devourer Sect!
“Mmmph... where am I...?”
Old Monster Ming’s eyelids fluttered open.
For the first three seconds, he thought he had died and ascended to the legendary Immortal Heaven.
