"Lord, the drone we dispatched is transmitting footage," a subordinate in a black robe announced as he rushed into the great hall.
In the hall, Mingye sat upon his high seat, eyes glued to the footage being transmitted to the screen.
Su Yaoyao and Noah stood below. Su Yaoyao unconsciously wrung the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with tension and worry.
Noah, meanwhile, glanced sideways at Su Yaoyao. Seeing how much she cared made him feel a little jealous.
'He almost wished Bai Lian and his group were all dead. But if that happened, she would be devastated.'
'He had seen her cry her heart out before, and it was a truly heart-wrenching sight.'
On the screen, the wasteland was deathly still. Wreckage from the Flying Ship lay scattered across the ground, metal fragments glinting coldly in the dim light.
