Gu Changsheng carried three-year-old Ao Xing down the obsidian altar steps and set a wide woven picnic mat right in front of the [Rank 6 Gu Family Earth-Core Camper Van].
With the four Upper-Realm Script-Draining Chains shattered and the ten-mile cavern warmed by seventy-two hours of hearth-fire cooking, the black ice around the camper van had dried into a smooth, warm stone patio.
Gu Changsheng set a low wooden dining table in the center of the mat and placed three-year-old Ao Xing in a padded bamboo high-chair right at the head of the table.
Immediately, all four older Gu siblings crowded around the high-chair like four protective little bodyguards examining a brand-new family treasure.
“Dad, his horns are still soft at the tips,” eleven-year-old Gu Nian whispered in awe, reaching out one finger from his yellow bunny apron to gently poke Ao Xing’s left silver horn.
Boing!
The stubby three-inch silver dragon horn wiggled like a firm milk-pudding jelly, and three-year-old Ao Xing giggled, tilting his head to butt his soft horn playfully against Gu Nian’s palm.
“Brudder!” Ao Xing chirped, his fluffy silver tail wagging behind his high-chair at four cycles per second. “Tickle!”
