The airship sped away, leaving the fortress drenched in raging flames. Within the cabin, Qianye put Song Zining down without a word. The latter seemed to be in great spirits after his brush with death. He said with a laugh, “It would seem this young master is quite lucky. I receive help from distinguished people wherever I go.”

But Qianye didn’t respond to his corny joke and, instead, slumped gradually to the floor.

Song Zining didn’t seem to mind, however. “Have you collapsed from exhaustion?” But he pounced over anxiously after seeing Qianye unresponsive. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Zhao Yuying appeared behind Song Zining and grabbed his shoulders. “He’ll really die if you keep shaking him.”

Song Zining forced himself to calm down and let go of Qianye. Watching Zhao Yuying lift Qianye up, he asked, “What’s wrong with him?”

Zhao Yuying’s expression was solemn and evidently distressed. She reached out several times to touch Qianye’s back but pulled back midway. She struggled a couple of times but seemed unable to muster the courage. She finally exhaled...