A fellow Daoist may die, but a poor Daoist may not.
"Brother, I'll go find the elders of the Teng family. You should take miss sang back to the Chu family first." Ling Chuxi suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and said to Chu Xingyi calmly. Only the heavens knew that although she looked so calm on the surface, her heart was actually jumping up and down.
"How can we do that? Sister Xi, as a brother, I should protect you. " Chu Xing immediately refused sternly.
"No, no, it's fine. Brother, it's really fine. I'll go by myself. The elders of the Teng family are all waiting for me. I've been acting alone for so many years without any problems. It's more important for you to protect miss sang. Look, miss sang is so weak. " Ling Chuxi winked at sang Jinyu. 'Miss sang, I can only help you up to this point. You have to seize the opportunity.'