Uncle's face looks unwell, undoubtedly because he was hurt by the poison again just now.
Mu Xiaoyao knew that if they didn't move now, the longer they stayed at the top, the greater the damage to his body.
Baili Xia was well aware of this too.
She tightened her grip on the rope on her body, ready to go down on her own.
But the long arm of Mr. Xiaojiu tightened around her waist. Suddenly, he picked her up.
"Uncle!" Baili Xia was startled.
He is already hurt like this, looking after her will only injure him more!
She had recovered and could go down on her own.
But Mr. Xiaojiu remained silent, one arm holding her, the other tightly gripping the rope.
On the cliff face, his steps were firm, steadily sliding downwards.
Mu Lingchuan and Mu Xiaoyao exchanged glances and also quickly slid down with the girls by their sides.
Only when Mr. Xiaojiu was safely on the ground did the pent up breath in Leng Yu and Ye Hua's chests fully recede.