A man would die for his bosom friend.

His eyes were bright and his expression was a little excited.

Ling Chuxi knew that even if he managed to escape safely this time, uncle Ling would most likely suffer a great loss in his vitality and his cultivation would likely drop by another level.

She also knew that the main reason why Uncle Ling was so desperate was because of her. Ling Chuxi felt guilty but she also made up her mind. As long as she was out of danger, she would think of a way to help uncle Ling.

One after another, tornadoes and storms whizzed past the blue cloud shuttle, and people could even hear the sharp and ear-piercing friction sound of the wind blades cutting across the surface of the blue cloud shuttle. Looking outside, the current blue cloud shuttle was already covered in injuries, and its speed was also much slower. However, under uncle Ling's full attention, it still flew past the edge of the storm again and again.