Five pairs of young shoulders leaned in around the carved wooden porch railing of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard (Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser)].
Out beyond the courtyard eaves, the vast star-river of the 1,000-Galaxy Cluster shimmered with golden porch-shields and rising soup steam from the newly launched emergency hotline. Yet high above the clouds, barely visible to anyone below the Galactic Realm, seven distorted ripples of fifth-dimensional static hung in the void like one-way glass mirrors.
Gu Changsheng didn’t look up at those mirrors. Instead, he kept his warm, smiling gaze fixed on his five children, resting one palm lightly on fifteen-year-old Gu Nian’s shoulder and the other on eleven-year-old Little Fifth Ao Xing’s silver dragon horn.
On the surface, to anyone spying through those fifth-dimensional mirrors, he looked like a doting father giving his kids a final pep talk before sending them off to summer camp.
Inside the private, unhackable channel of the [Stage 5 Double Parental Resonance Soul-Link], however, Gu Changsheng’s calm voice rang directly inside the minds of Gu Nian, Su Nuannuan, Ye Xiao, Jiang Tuntun. Little Fifth—as well as Empress Luo Qingxue standing quietly beside him.
“Don’t look up at the clouds, kids,” Gu Changsheng transmitted smoothly while his hand casually brushed a speck of flour off Jiang Tuntun’s chef hat.
