PSSSHHHHH—DING-DONG!
As the ten-thousand-mile [Rank 10 Universal Star-Train Dragon Bus] glided to a feather-soft halt beside Jiang Tuntun’s platform on the Western Rim. The double doors of the gleaming front VIP Family Carriage slid open with a cheerful chime.
Leaning out of the engineer’s window at the front of the silver-gold locomotive was a tall, energetic twenty-one-year-old youth with handsome features, bright silver-azure eyes. A pair of polished silver dragon horns curving neatly through his dark hair. He wore a crisp, navy-blue and gold Supreme Marshal’s Conductor Coat with a shiny brass whistle around his neck and a golden ticket-puncher on his belt:
Twenty-one-year-old Little Fifth / Ao Xing (Rank 10 Benevolent Star-Hearth Void Dragon Sovereign)—the youngest son of the Gu family and the Supreme Marshal of the Universal Star-Train & Dragon Bus Network!
In the cruel, discarded draft of the Chief Author’s original manuscript, Little Fifth had been doomed before he was even born. His unhatched Void Dragon egg scheduled to be cracked open and boiled in a blood cauldron by an arrogant sect young master in Book Four just to refine a tyrannical movement skill.
Instead, because Gu Changsheng had rescued his egg eighteen years ago, tucked it right beside the warm mud-brick kitchen stove in the Frost-Pine courtyard all winter. Fed him warm milk and roast mutton skewers the moment he hatched, twenty-one-year-old Little Fifth had grown into a magnificent Rank 10 Star-Hearth Void Dragon Sovereign!
