(Chapter error; this has been corrected.)
"Girl Qingcheng, you've had some good luck today. You managed to find two pieces of Pancang Stone. Girl Qingcheng!" Xiang Kuang was flying toward them from far away, his face originally alight with joy. But after calling out several times with no response, he saw that Xiang Qingcheng seemed numb. His heart sank. Her usually spirited, handsome face was now vacant, utterly devoid of life. She simply held Lu Xiaotian and walked on.
"What happened to that boy?" Xiang Kuang's brows jumped. He sensed that Lu Xiaotian, cradled in Xiang Qingcheng's arms, had no life in him at all. He was no different from a cold corpse. Without another word, Xiang Kuang crossed several dozen zhang in a single step and came to stand before Xiang Qingcheng. He pointed a finger at Lu Xiaotian's brow, and his expression changed drastically. "How could this happen?"
"Girl Qingcheng!" Seeing Xiang Qingcheng holding Lu Xiaotian as if she'd lost her soul, without the slightest response, Xiang Kuang roared, his voice like a thunderclap. Chaotic spiritual power surged around the Feihong-class warship, raising a storm that swept in every direction.
"Master!" Yu Ya was the first to appear. Her master had been unconscious all this time, and she had been on tenterhooks, wanting to care for him. But Xiang Qingcheng was already by his side, leaving Yu Ya to weep in secret and watch from afar. Now, seeing Lu Xiaotian's tightly shut eyes and lifeless body, Yu Ya looked as if she'd lost her soul. If Lu Wushuang hadn't held her back, she would have nearly collapsed.
"Uncle Beard! Auntie Qingcheng! Grandpa Xiang Kuang, how is Uncle Beard?" Unlike Yu Ya and Lu Wushuang, who held back, Yu Xiaoqiao rushed forward. Her voice choked with sobs as she