Gu Changsheng followed Little Fifth Ao Xing’s chubby finger and looked up at the sky above the University gate.
Three hundred yards overhead, the twelve ownerless Rank 8 Golden Star-Chariots floated in a gleaming row.
Each war-chariot was a hundred feet long, forged from sacred Immortal-Sun Gold mined from the core of blazing stars in the Inner Spiral Galaxy. Across the bow of every chariot, the personal golden dragon-spear crest of Golden Heir Gu Wuji was carved in relief, radiating a haughty aristocratic pressure designed to make entire solar systems tremble in submission.
Down by the soapy dishwater tub, young Envoy Gu Lin looked up from the iron roasting pan he was scrubbing.
Seeing ten-year-old Ao Xing licking his lips at the chariots, Gu Lin puffed out his chest despite the frilly hot-pink bunny apron tied around his waist.
“Don’t even think about biting those war-chariots, little dragon!” Gu Lin shouted, trying to salvage a shred of main-clan dignity.
“Those twelve Golden Star-Chariots were personally blessed by Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s Rank 9 Early star-fire! Even a Rank 8 Peak weapon can’t scratch their Immortal-Sun Gold hulls, and anyone without main-clan blood who touches the steering helm will be burned to ash by Young Master Wuji’s brand!”
