“Now that the old principal is right busy cleaning the bathrooms,” Gu Changsheng grinned, taking Empress Luo Qingxue’s hand on the sunlit marble plaza, “let’s fly up and wire the 1,000-Sun Thermostat Grid before dinner.”
He stepped lightly into the afternoon air.
Empress Luo Qingxue rose beside him, her white silk sleeve brushing warmly against his yellow bunny apron. Below their cloth boots, the sprawling white-jade campus of the Academy receded into a neat miniature grid of garden courtyards, hot-spring villas, and bustling student avenues. Down along the walkways, five thousand reformed trainees and eighteen thousand Mech-Grandpas were already hanging up festive red lanterns.
Fifty million miles ahead in the center of the star field loomed the Central Mega-Sun.
With a single step of his Rank 8 Peak Solar Furnace Sovereign authority, Gu Changsheng carried Empress Luo Qingxue across the spatial fold, appearing high above the golden crown of the Central Mega-Sun.
The massive star was no longer the terrifying sphere of clotted black blood that Headmaster Hong had twisted it into an hour ago. Auntie Qin’s laxative purge had flushed away every trace of the black Heavenly Script Siphon Chains, and the four-hundred-mile factory cavern inside the core had been cleanly sealed back into natural solar marrow.
