High above the eastern sky of the Galactic Ancestral Hall Plaza, one hundred 10,000-foot Crystal Sword-Warships hovered in an arrogant V-formation. Radiating a bone-chilling sub-zero blizzard that turned the afternoon clouds into sharp black icicles!
Standing on the diamond-encrusted prow of the central flagship—surrounded by thirty-six Rank 8 Frost-Sword Clan Elders in silver-trimmed mink cloaks. Was a tall, hawk-nosed old man with glacial blue eyes, a crown of nine frozen ice-suns behind his head, and a sneer of unbearable aristocratic superiority:
Frost-Sword Supreme Patriarch Luo Wushuang—the ruler of the Eastern Frost-Sword Quadrant (3,000 Star Systems) and Empress Luo Qingxue’s cold-blooded biological Eldest Uncle!
Wait—why had Patriarch Luo Wushuang and his hundred crystal warships arrived at the Galactic Ancestral Hall Plaza at this exact hour without checking the Galactic Capital’s news broadcasts first?
Because for the past twelve hours, the entire Frost-Sword fleet had been traveling at superluminal warp through the insulated Eastern Void Tunnel, where external sky-screen signals were blocked!
In Patriarch Luo Wushuang’s mind, today was still the triumphant second day of Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s Nine-Moon Banquet!
Even more shamelessly, fifteen years ago, after Patriarch Luo Wushuang had betrayed his own genius niece Luo Qingxue. Stripping her of her Saintess position and selling her coordinates to the Script Enforcers when he learned she had married a “mortal carpenter” in the Lower Realm. He had spent the last decade desperately trying to curry favor with Patriarch Gu Tianba and Golden Heir Gu Wuji!
