Jing Ziyu did not make a move just now, not because he did not want to. It was a rare opportunity to show his loyalty in front of Ling Chuxi, so of course he would not miss it. After all, he had offended Ling Chuxi in the past and was afraid that Ling Chuxi would hold a grudge against him. He could not wait for more opportunities to show his loyalty.
It was just that his actual combat experience was not as good as uncle Ling and the others, so his reaction was slightly slower. Before he could even draw his sword, the others had already rushed forward, and it was too late even if he wanted to attack.
Just as he was feeling remorseful, he saw uncle Ling and the rest being pushed back by uncle Liang.