At the foot of the cliff.
Moonlight shrouded the jumble of rocks and gullies. The wooden carriage had shattered into pieces, scattered everywhere.
Liu Wan's head ached a little. Though the blessing of the deities protected her, she had fallen too fast, striking rocks and gullies along the way.
The impacts had knocked her unconscious.
Only now had she barely come around, and she still felt dazed.
Remembering what had just happened sent a chill crawling over her skin, followed by a wave of lingering fear.
Around her, the lonely night was quiet, broken now and then by the low cries of wild beasts. Holding her forehead, she looked around and finally found the badly injured Jing Er by the water, sprawled over the horse's carcass.
She silently counted her blessings. Fortunately, neither of them had ended up in a wild beast's belly.
"Jing Er, Jing Er!"
Liu Wan went over to check on him. He knew martial arts and had known to lie against the horse to cushion the impact, but even so, Jing Er was severely injured. Sharp grass had slashed his body, stone fragments were embedded in his wounds, and he remained unconscious.
Liu Wan checked for breath beneath his nose and finally let out a sigh of relief.
His breathing was faint, and blood stained his mouth. He must have suffered serious internal injuries.
If they did not leave this spot soon and find somewhere to hide, the dead horse's bloody scent would likely draw plenty of wild beasts.
She lowered her eyes. With no time to worry about propriety, she struggled to drag Jing Er toward a nearby cave entrance.
But the man was far too heavy.
As a sheltered woman who had never done heavy labor, even those few steps were as difficult as