Is the Violet Mansion Strong?

She knew about immortals.

This man was definitely an immortal—and an immortal gravely wounded at that.

She had originally wanted to turn and run.

The adults all said that cultivators killed without batting an eye, and that the farther away one stayed from them, the better.

But looking at Chen Changqing's deathly pale face, she simply could not make her feet move.

"Forget it. Lucky you."

The little girl tossed the wooden stick aside.

She grabbed Chen Changqing by the arm and dragged upward with all the strength she could muster.

Chen Changqing was far too heavy for her.

After dragging him a single step, she had to stop and gasp for breath several times.

The wild grass sliced open the backs of her hands, but she did not even spare it a glance.

After expending the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, she finally dragged Chen Changqing out of the pit.

What followed was a long journey.

Gritting her teeth, the little girl dragged Chen Changqing toward where she lived, step by step.

Whenever she came across a stone, she went around it.

Whenever she encountered a branch, she first kicked it out of the way.

Sweat and dirt streaked her face with dark smudges.

She dragged him for a full half hour.

A dilapidated temple appeared ahead.

More than half the roof tiles were gone, and even the gates had vanished, leaving only half a doorframe behind.

The little girl dragged Chen Changqing into the ruined temple and propped him against a pillar.

Then she plopped down onto the ground herself, gulping in great breaths of air.

The ruined temple was very dark.

At its center stood a headless clay statue of a god.

In one corner lay a pile of dry straw—that was the little girl's