“Coming through! Make way for the Frost-Pine Clean-Up Express!”
Eleven-year-old Little Fifth banked around a fifty-thousand-foot ironwood bookshelf in a graceful silver spiral. His dragon scales glinting like polished starlight as he carried thirteen-year-old Su Nuannuan straight toward the upper galleries of Floor Three.
Across those upper galleries, billions of jade destiny books lay open to cruel, dark passages that had been written hours earlier and were now drying into hard, black crusts of fate:
[Book #402,918: The Frost-Lotus Matriarch swallows the Seven-Step Heart-Rotting Tea prepared by her brother-in-law, leaving her three-year-old daughter alone in the winter palace...]
[Book #1,092,441: To forge the Supreme Blood Sword, the sect leader locks the protagonist’s nine-year-old little sister inside the bronze pill cauldron...]
[Book #8,810,004: With his meridians shattered by his fiancée’s guards, the boy crawls through the back alley while his blind mother begs for medicine in the rain...]
Worse still, Grand Proofreader Mo Wu’s ten thousand twenty-foot Censor-Ink Golems had climbed onto the ironwood crossbeams around those shelves. Raising their heavy iron-stamp shields and serrated ink-spears, the pitch-black golems formed a defensive wall to keep anyone from touching the drying ink until the permanent canon lock set in!
“Hold the upper shelves!” Grand Proofreader Mo Wu howled from the bridge below, where he was still pinned down by Gu Changsheng’s iron wok spatula and Luo Qingxue’s frost aura.
