Three thousand feet above the North Campus, the open-air roof terrace of the Rose Dungeon Tower was surrounded by swirling clouds of pink incense and three thousand rising sword-lights.
WHOOSH—THUD!
Streaking up through the shattered skylight from the basement dungeon, Dean Hua Cong slammed down onto the pink quartz tiles of the roof terrace. His hair disheveled, his orchid robes torn at the sleeves, and his temples streaked with white from losing a century of stolen lifeforce.
Around the perimeter of the roof, Holy Maiden Lin and all 3,000 liberated Saintesses soared into position on their flying swords. Meanwhile, Empress Luo Qingxue floated silently in the eastern sky like a goddess of eternal winter, sealing off every spatial escape route across a hundred miles!
And sitting on the roof parapet right beside the stairwell, toddler Little Fifth, ten-year-old Su Nuannuan, twelve-year-old Gu Nian, fourteen-year-old Ye Xiao. Eleven-year-old Jiang Tuntun lined up with bags of roasted chestnuts and high-definition broadcasting cameras!
“Cornered...”
Dean Hua Cong backed up against the central golden spire of the roof, his chest heaving like a punctured bellows. Meanwhile, He looked at the three thousand furious women surrounding him and the calm, grey-coated figure of Gu Changsheng standing twenty paces ahead.
