Creak! Creak! Creak!
The flying chariot made creaking noises and the cracks grew.
Hua Chongyang, the Azure Dragon Hall's First Seat, was personally manning the helm. He could not help but break out in cold sweat. Even a skilled housewife would be troubled by an empty stove. No matter how skilled he was at manning the helm, there was not much he could do if the flying chariot was damaged. He had no choice but to slow down as the cracks grew. He could no longer endure it and finally said, "Sect master, the flying chariot can't take it anymore."
"Shut up!" Yu Zhenghai's expression was still grim. They had to escape even if the flying chariot fell apart. Fear still lingered in his heart when he thought about the blooming azure lotus. He was confused. How and why was his master still so strong at his age? In any case, he could not go wrong with fleeing!
