The Divine Temple of Second Heavenly King Freya.
Calling it a temple hardly did it justice. It was an ancient garden, nourished by divine power until it had grown beyond belief.
Its vast dome was woven naturally from countless living vines, and sunlight slipped through the gaps in dappled patches.
The air carried the mingled fragrance of hundreds of rare flowers and plants. One deep breath felt as though it could add years to a person's life.
At the head of the temple, a woman lounged in a flowing emerald-green gown. Strange patterns embroidered across its hem seemed to breathe slowly.
She was stunningly beautiful, with a gentle bearing and clear emerald eyes. Life Energy surged around her, making her look like an elf queen who had stepped out of the forest.
She was Freya, the Human Race's Second Heavenly King.
Now those gentle emerald eyes held a trace of helplessness as she watched two close relatives put on a woeful performance before her.
Niels's face was bruised and swollen. His normally immaculate blond hair resembled a bird's nest, and dust and grass clung to his expensive formalwear. Pointing to a bruise that even a precious potion had failed to remove at once, he spoke in a voice thick with grievance and on the verge of tears.
"Aunt! You have to stand up for me!"
Niels pointed again to the bruise that had yet to fade completely, his voice full of anger and hurt.
"That madman Su Ye used his strength to attack me viciously in front of everyone! I didn't want to quarrel with a junior at the Eighth Heaven, but then he unleashed that treacherous Space Storm. He nearly... nearly killed me!"
Niels's father, Saunders, joined in, his tone grave.
"Freya, look what he did to Nielsen! Su