Little Xuanzi, suspended in the sky, saw them flying out and joyfully called out twice.
Yun Shangyuan, not giving Feng Yueya much chance to overthink, swiftly carried her away from the airspace above Mingshu Royal Mansion.
However, even after they had flown a great distance, they could still see the skyward flames and hear the chilling cries of the people.
"Yue Yaya, don't overthink it; it's not your fault," Yun Shangyuan said as he set Feng Yueya down on a pile of straw in an abandoned temple, holding her hand and looking into her eyes.
Feng Yueya seemed still to be in shock, her gaze somewhat vacant.
"Yun Shangyuan... so many people... died because of me..." her lips trembled.
She wasn't afraid of being killed or facing battle, but she was terrified of harming the innocent.
How could she not have thought about it? The Fire Dragon's power was immense; once unleashed, it would be unstoppable.
Yun Shangyuan had tried to stop her, yet she hadn't heeded his advice...