“Hey, King of Tragedy! King right of Doom! You two dropped your ball in my yard—HEADS UP!”
Standing at the wooden bow of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard]. Thirty-six-year-old Gu Changsheng twirled the seasoned hardwood handle of his newly evolved [Rank 9 Peak Galactic Cluster Iron Wok Spatula] in his right hand, stepping into a relaxed, textbook backyard tennis-return stance!
Right beside him, thirty-four-year-old Empress Luo Qingxue glided half a step forward, resting her slender, pale left hand directly over her husband’s knuckles on the spatula’s handle. Meanwhile, her right hand channeled the full, dazzling majesty of her Rank 9 Peak Extreme-Cold Sovereign Origin and her [Frost-Phoenix Sword] straight into the flat cast-iron blade!
“When a guest throws garbage over our courtyard wall, Husband,” Empress Luo Qingxue said coolly, her silver hair streaming like a river of starlight across the dark void. Meanwhile, a frost-phoenix crown blazed above her brow, “it is only polite for the host and hostess to return it to their front door with ten times the interest.”
“And with the five kids’ signatures on the return receipt!” Gu Changsheng laughed warmly.
Behind their parents on the cedar porch, all five children—seventeen-year-old Ye Xiao, fifteen-year-old Gu Nian, fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun, thirteen-year-old Su Nuannuan. Eleven-year-old Ao Xing—simultaneously raised their hands and linked their five Rank 9 Early Benevolent Galactic Sovereign Domains directly into the heels of their father and mother!
