Ten minutes before midnight, a colossal shadow glided slowly across the moonlit valley of the Gu Family Estate.
Guided by twelve-year-old Ye Xiao’s precision geometric beacons on the ground and towed gently by three-year-old Ao Xing’s silver dragon claws in the air. The three-mile-long Upper-Realm Flagship Hull descended to a stable hover just two hundred feet directly above the tiled roofs of the Gu Family Five-Courtyard Mansion.
All of the ugly, jagged black spikes, skull ornaments. Gloomy iron superstructures that had once belonged to Envoy Xue Sha had already been stripped off the top deck during their trip to high orbit.
In their place, the top surface of the three-mile hull had been reshaped by [Dad’s Care-Package Upgrade Box] into a vast, golden-amber lotus cradle—complete with thirty-foot-deep soil retaining walls, geothermal spirit-vein conduits. A hundred glowing sockets around the perimeter waiting for Little Fifth’s Void Dragon scales.
Down in the courtyard, however, the final moving-day inspection was in full swing.
And Grandpa Fu and Auntie Qin were taking the “no brick left behind” policy very seriously.
“Wait! Do not activate the earth-lifting array yet, Master Changsheng!” Grandpa Fu called out from the far corner of the back vegetable garden.
Holding up a lantern with one hand and pointing his jade abacus at a patch of leafy green tops sticking out of the dark soil three feet outside the boundary chalk line.
