It was a mystery whether Bluemoon understood Qianye’s meaning when she replied seriously, “This is the best plan. Either that or we assemble the sails with inferior components and change all of them later on. Any middle-ground plan or compromise will lead to wastage later. A great material like the Martyr’s Palace will hardly appear again in a thousand years, it goes without saying that we have to build out of it an aerial fortress of the highest quality. The only warships that can contend with it are those on the sacred mountain and the empire’s regal airship.”

Qianye laughed wryly. “When did the emperor ever get a regal airship? His own vessel is far inferior to those of the grand dukes from Evernight.”

Qianye naturally understood how the imperial regime was faring. The emperor rarely went to battle in person, and his ministers did not encourage, either. Hence, it was a waste to build an overly powerful airship for the emperor. The current emperor’s imperial vessel was nothing more than a remodeled old battleship, decorated for luxury rather than for...