Empress Luo Qingxue stood in position at the outer orbital border of Solar System #2.
Perched lightly atop a drifting blue-ice asteroid, her frost-white robes billowed against the star-strewn velvet of deep space. Her posture was unhurried and serene, like an empress waiting outside a garden pavilion for her morning tea.
In her slender right hand, she held the Frost-Moon Empress Sword. Just like her husband, she wasn’t using the lethal cutting edge. Instead, she had expanded the sword’s frost-aura and turned the blade ninety degrees sideways, presenting a flat, five-mile-wide mirror-smooth paddle of indestructible Rank 8 Peak glacier ice.
Directly ahead of her in the shipping lane, a screaming pink-and-black fireball tore through the outer vacuum at ninety times the speed of sound!
His backside was swollen to the size of a millstone, and his skull was still ringing from skipping across all eight planets of Solar System #1. Even so, Headmaster Hong had clawed his way back to semi-consciousness during the flight. Spotting the solitary white-robed figure of Empress Luo Qingxue waiting in the asteroid belt ahead of him, his bloodshot eyes bulged with desperate fury.
“Get out of my flight path, Luo Qingxue!!”
Headmaster Hong shrieked through the vacuum, forcibly igniting the last five reserve Grade-8 Golden Luck Halos hidden inside his secondary dantian pocket!
