The Martyr’s Palace took to the skies in the dark night and traversed the golden twilight clouds over the Eastern Sea.

At this moment, there were close to a hundred sailors and technicians rushing about the airship, most of them people Song Zining had brought.

The palace’s control didn’t take too many people with Qianye around, so most of the staff were engineers working to install all kinds of equipment and facilities. At the very least, a small sealed area had formed around the Earth Dragon’s heart, and a dozen or so lower cabins had been constructed—these engineers wouldn’t need to sleep out in the open any longer.

The five kinetic sails had been fully installed, which eased Qianye’s work quite a bit in terms of control. He only needed to maintain the airship itself in a state of flight, while the crew adjusted their bearing via the sails. This form of steering was naturally less flexible compared to controlling the Martyr’s Palace itself, but it freed Qianye from having to pay constant attention to the direction.

As someone seeing the dragonship in action for the first time, Ji Tianqing was fairly excited about everything. She scuttled through every part of...