The old granny’s tears were streaming down. She wiped her eyes, gave An Yiqing a grateful look, then turned to comfort her old partner.

"I was wondering where you two went—turns out you were saving people!" The little nurse hurried over, handing An Yiqing and Xiao Ba two dry towels. "Hurry and wipe off, or you’ll catch a cold."

An Yiqing didn’t refuse. She took the towel and carefully wiped herself dry. She looked around and realized there were far fewer people in the tent.

"Where did everyone go?"

"Oh, they all went out to help. The wind outside is too strong, this tent is about to get blown away." The little nurse pursed her lips. "When it rains, it pours. If this tent gets blown apart, we’ll all be stuck in the rain."

An Yiqing’s red lips pressed together slightly. Puddles of water had already formed inside the tent. To give the injured victims a better resting environment, the soldiers were hauling out bag after bag of sand and earth, stacking them around the tent to keep the rainwater from flooding in. In the deep night, outside, lightning split the Sky and thunder crashed, the howling of the gale mingling with the soldiers’ shouts, pressing down on everyone’s heart like a weight.

After drinking a bowl of ginger soup that the little nurse had boiled, An Yiqing threw on a raincoat and rushed out again. She charged into the crowd and joined the soldiers in the frantic work of stabilizing the tents.

"What are you doing out here? Get back inside!" A company commander in charge of this rescue station saw An Yiqing come over to help and immediately barked at her to stop.

An Yiqing pretended not to hear. She hoisted two bags of sand and earth and moved as if on level ground, sprinting toward the tent. The young company commander froze for a second, then went back to directing the work through his loudspeaker.

Thunder boomed again in the night sky, deafening, and the earth shuddered with it. The gale rose once more; An Yiqing, together with countless soldiers, ran through the storm, fighting to brace the massive tents that were on the verge of collapse.

Just then, the ground suddenly started to tremble, little by little. Everyone’s movements faltered. Before they could react, the shaking grew more and more violent.

Standing in the rain with sandbags on her shoulder, An Yiqing stared at the ground. For an instant, it was as if some enormous Monster had been hiding under the flat earth and suddenly flipped her over. The heavy sandbags slammed onto her, the roaring wind lashed her so hard she couldn’t breathe. An Yiqing struggled up from the quaking ground and saw that many people had been thrown down, and all the sandbags they had just stacked had toppled!

Desperate screams rang out from inside the tent. On tables and beds, all sorts of things were shaken loose and crashed to the ground. Rainwater seeped steadily into the tent. Terrified victims fumbled to lift the stretchers holding the wounded, trying to find somewhere to hide.

An Yiqing fought her way upright. She barely managed to steady herself and look toward the tent, when suddenly her face went pale.

In the frenzy of lightning and thunder, a blinding bolt split the night. In that flash of white that turned night into day, An Yiqing saw a three‑story building not far from the tent and several thick old trees slowly starting to collapse.

Judging by the direction they were leaning, once that building and those trees came down, the first thing they would hit was the rescue station’s tents! And inside those tents...

Her pupils shrank hard. An Yiqing sprinted that way as if her life depended on it. The torrential rain soaked her through, the wind slashed at her face like knives, but An Yiqing no longer felt the pain. There was only one thought in her mind: Get there! Get there! If she didn’t, those people would all die!

One hundred steps, ninety‑nine, ninety‑eight—An Yiqing blurred into a streak of afterimage.

By now, many soldiers closer to the crumbling building had also noticed something was wrong. The ground was still shaking; as they ran toward it, they shouted back at the people in the tents, telling them to run for their lives.

But a white figure was faster than anyone. She shot toward the collapsing building like a bolt of lightning. A flash of cold light in her hand traced a pale arc through the curtain of rain, and a massive surge of air roared skyward!

The Qingying Sword’s sword‑qi turned into a giant dragon, sweeping up the wind and rain as it crashed into the teetering building and the falling trees!

Boom—crash—explosions thundered in the soldiers’ ears. Right in front of them, a slender figure stood tall amid the lightning and thunder. The short sword in her hand unleashed a powerful blast of air that sent the deadly building and trees that were about to butcher them all hurtling into the sky!

Countless bricks and stones were blasted into the Sky, then rained down in the distance. The trunks of several century‑old trees were sheared clean in half, their falling trajectory altered, missing the tents by a hair’s breadth!

Saved! The hundreds of lives in the rescue station were saved!