Ling Chuxi sighed to herself. Old du had cultivated for many years but had not been able to advance to the sage level. However, he still persevered bitterly. His will was much stronger than ordinary people, but looking at him now, his mind was on the verge of collapse.
However, Ling Chuxi did not look down on him in the slightest. She was only deeply moved by his love for her child. Ling Chuxi suddenly thought of her own mother and the corners of her eyes became warm.
When she saw elder DU's sorrowful, ashamed, and self-blaming expression, she seemed to see her mother's beautiful face and the helplessness in the depths of her eyes.
She hoped that Xiaofan would be fine. Ling Chuxi secretly prayed.
"White feather, faster." Ling Chuxi urged.
"Yes." White feather let out a long roar, and dark red flames appeared all over his body. The carriage flew forward like a shooting star.
No one spoke in the carriage, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it felt oppressive.
