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Chapter 4315: 5.0067 What Kind of Person Is She?

"It looks like she's purifying this sea area," Long Hui watched for a while before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Can this medicine even work?" Long Xiangyun asked hesitantly.

"It's better than doing nothing at all."

Long Xiangyun pursed her lips, her gaze sweeping back and forth across Qiaomu's back. "You're right."

"That Princess..." Long Hui's gaze fell on Qingxuexue.

He still remembered their first meeting, when the Princess had a mischievous, shallow smile, mingling in the crowd, telling his poker-faced cousin, "Since you've flirted with someone else's big brother, you have to take responsibility, don't you? ...You absolutely can't just flirt and then not acknowledge it."

At that time, that smiling face, as if eager for chaos, and her current quiet demeanor were like night and day.

It had only been two days.

The ruthlessness of Heavenly Fate was evident.

Once it made a move, launching an attack on its target, perhaps... no single aristocratic family could cope on their own.

Unbeknownst to them, Heavenly Fate seemed to have grown to an extent unreachable by mortals. In such a chaotic world, no one could remain untouched.

Qingxuexue didn't know how long she had been standing by the ship's railing.

After night fell, everything around her, even the air, seemed to have ceased flowing.

Deep in her eyes, there was only that distant, silent island.

She didn't know what kind of power could make the entire Qingcheng Kingdom sink into the water.

Nor did she know how to proceed in the future.

Before her lay a vast expanse of bewilderment, melancholy, and countless worries.

Several Phoenix Clan members, who had flown on flying spirit beasts to investigate Qingcheng Island, quietly returned and landed beside Qiaomu.

The little poker face clapped off the last bit of powder from her hands, then turned to face them, inquiring with her eyes.

One of the Phoenix Clan youths immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Saintess, the Heavenly Fate people have withdrawn from the sunken island."

Since the island had sunk, Heavenly Fate would naturally withdraw; otherwise, would they try to cultivate something in the middle of the water?

"We dove into the water, descending dozens of miles, but found no clues."

The entire Qingcheng Island, seemingly with its people, had completely sunk thousands of miles beneath the seabed, leaving no trace whatsoever.

"No survivors were found."

Qingxuexue's fingers tightly gripped the ship's railing, and she slightly raised her head, two silent streams of tears sliding down her cheeks.

She knew that at a time like this, crying was the most useless thing, yet she couldn't stop her tears; she simply couldn't.

Qiaomu reached out and patted her shoulder, her voice soft, "Think positively. Perhaps there's a teleportation array underwater, and Her Majesty the Queen might have already escaped with some people."

"Really?" Qingxuexue stood there, her back rigid.

A touch of moonlight fell on her hair, faintly illuminating a warm, snowy sheen.

"Although I didn't spend much time with your mother, I believe that Her Majesty the Queen is not someone who makes promises lightly."

"Since she said she would do her best to preserve herself and more people, I believe she can do it."

Qingxuexue slowly turned her head, her gaze meeting those clear, cold, bright eyes. In a trance, she was suddenly stunned.

Then she nodded heavily, giving a muffled "mm," "Mother will be fine."

Perhaps, as Sister Qiao said, Mother was doing her utmost to protect her subjects.

She had to have faith in her mother.