Standing atop the curved gray roof tiles of Willow-Breeze Courtyard, Gu Changsheng looked up at the murky. Blood-colored static cloud that Second Prince Qian Ye’s underground altar had spread across the midnight sky of Sky-Crown City.
Every few seconds, greasy tendrils of Rank 4 Late blood-interference lightning lashed against the slender silver-blue beam of the [Lv.2 Awakened Frost-Phoenix Hearth-Link Hairpin]. Distorting Luo Qingxue’s voice into agonizing bursts of static and blocking the visual projection of the courtyard from reaching Sector 6.
Two miles away in the underground dungeon of the Eastern Palace. Second Prince Qian Ye watched the brass needle on the Royal Ancestral Blood-Jamming Altar climb toward ninety percent suppression and let out a muffled, vindictive laugh behind his jaw bandages.
“Pour in the last jar of Hundred-Year Blood-Crow Oil!” Qian Ye commanded the three hooded Royal Blood-Mages chanting around the altar. “The Royal Clan’s underground dragon-vein array draws upon the ancestral authority of the entire capital!
Even if Gu Changsheng is a Quasi-Rank 5 freak in close combat, a single household in South Canal Street can never overpower a city-wide royal formation!
Shred that spatial link completely and backlash the soul-wisp inside the hairpin!”
Back on the roof of Willow-Breeze Courtyard, ten-year-old Gu Ye Xiao, nine-year-old Gu Nian. Seven-year-old Su Nuannuan climbed up the wooden ladder onto the wide porch balcony carrying the steaming copper pot of Sweet-and-Sour Braised Dragon-Marrow Pork Ribs. Grandpa Yao, Grandpa Fu, Auntie Qin, and Master Dan-Chen stood below in the courtyard channeling their…
