The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,Lou Qi suddenly opened his eyes. A chest appeared before him, but it was covered in jewels, crimson ones that popped out like stars, then flowed together like water, only to have new ones appear. His hands were pressed against the two sides of that chest.,The eagle immediately obeyed, but moved with such gentleness as if he were lifting a fragile porcelain vase. Lou Qi stared wide-eyed, only then realizing that he had been lying on this person just moments ago, and the eagle had propped him up, his hand still holding onto him, pulling him up along with himself.。