Lu Qingyu looked at Lu Feng with eyes still filled with fear.
However, this time it was completely different from before. Lu Feng's eyes, looking at Lu Qingyu, were not fierce anymore but instead mixed with a hint of apprehension.
"It's nothing."
Lu Qingxue looked at her sister and then at the warship over there; it was clear that this was Mu Fan that Lu Qingyu had found.
When the least likely thing became reality, her life finally had color.
"Thank you."
Suddenly hearing her sister's gratitude, Lu Qingyu's eyes widened. The pressure Lu Qingxue had always brought her was enormous, feeling as if she could never catch up. And now, suddenly hearing this thank you.
For a moment, Lu Qingyu was overwhelmed with complex emotions.
She looked at her sister, still with that cold elegance, and then at Mu Fan standing under the mechanical giant dragon.
"What about the Divine Envoy and the Divine Son?"
"They're all dead."
Lu Qingyu's face was filled with astonishment.
