When Xia Fan saw Ning Wanjun and Mo Yun again, he finally let out a long breath—they both looked completely unharmed, as though the explosion had never touched them.
"What happened? Why do you look so grim?" Ning Wanjun stepped forward on tiptoe and patted the ash from Xia Fan's shoulder. "Did some accident happen at the new Mechanical Bureau?"
"Where were you at the time?" Only then did he realize that after digging through the ruins to rescue people, his whole body had been covered in a layer of black ash.
"Where else could we have been? In the sky, of course."
"The sky?" Xia Fan paused. "The Sky Crane worked?"
"Yes. Not only could it fly steadily, we even took it around Shangyuan City once." Ning Wanjun shrugged and shifted her gaze toward the factory district in the distance, where thick smoke was billowing upward. "We had planned to celebrate properly, but it doesn't seem appropriate now."
Mo Yun looked equally pained. After all, the people busying themselves there had all been students she had taught with her own hands. "Lord Xia, have they found the cause of the accident?"
"Publicly, it will be described as an experimental accident."
"Publicly?" Mo Yun frowned. "What about internally?"
"Let's return to the palace. I have something to tell you."
Half an hour later, Xia Fan received the Police Bureau's report. The factory fire had been extinguished in time and had not spread to the nearby warehouses or employee residences. The explosion had killed forty-five people and injured more than one hundred and twenty, forty of whom were seriously wounded. Several magical artifact production lines in the factory had been completely destroyed, but compared with the casualties, that loss was insignificant.
The Heavenly Eye had also confirmed that there had