She knew about immortals.
This man had to be an immortal, and a severely injured one at that.
She had originally wanted to turn and run.
The adults all said cultivators killed without batting an eye; if you encountered one, the farther away you hid, the better.
But looking at Chen Changqing's deathly pale face, she simply could not move her feet.
"Fine. Consider yourself lucky."
The little girl tossed the wooden stick aside.
She grabbed Chen Changqing's arm and pulled upward with all the strength she had.
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 cut open the back of her hand, but she did not even bother wiping it.
After exerting 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 rocks, she went around them.
Whenever she came across branches, she kicked them aside first.
Sweat and dirt painted streak after streak of black across her face.
She dragged him for a full half hour.
A decrepit temple appeared ahead.
More than half the roof tiles were gone, and even the main doors had vanished, leaving only half a doorframe.
The little girl dragged Chen Changqing into the ruined temple and propped him against a pillar.
Then she plopped down on the ground herself, gulping down breaths of air.
The ruined temple was dark.
A headless clay idol stood enshrined in the center.
A pile of dry straw was spread in the corner. That was the little girl's bed.
Beside it sat a broken clay