Zhao Qingya and Zhao Hualing huddled under the wall beside the teleportation array, their eyes fixed on Lu Yu's figure soaring through the chaotic sky.
Flames raged around them, and the streets were filled with fleeing refugees.
In the middle of the street, a little girl in a blue and white dress stumbled forward, her body covered in smoke and dust. Her lifeless eyes darted around, clearly dazed by a falling fireball.
Seeing this, Zhao Qingya swiftly pulled out a whip from her waist and flung it towards the girl. The whip wrapped around the child's body, pulling her over.
"Hualing, take care of her," Zhao Qingya instructed, her voice firm. "Come with me to the City Lord's Mansion. I want to know the situation here."
Zhao Hualing stood up and followed her sister.
Meanwhile, Lu Yu hovered in the air, observing the Charm Dragon beside him.
"What's wrong? Don't you dare to deal with them?" He questioned.