The little girl outside heard the voices within and pounded even harder on the temple gate. She pleaded loudly, "Masters, please! My grandfather is hurt! Please save him!"
At that, Murong Feiyan ignored whatever Hu Xiaotian might say and immediately pulled open the temple gate.
When the girl saw the gate open, she could no longer hold herself up and crumpled to the ground. Murong Feiyan hurried forward and gathered her into her arms. The girl's face was deathly pale, and her body shook as she said in a trembling voice, "My grandfather... my grandfather..." She pointed down the mountain.
By the light of a flash of lightning, Hu Xiaotian looked down the mountain and saw that there was indeed a dark shape at the foot of the steps. He feared it might be a trap. After all, those monks had nearly murdered him just now, and he was taking care at every turn.
Murong Feiyan knew what worried him. She set the girl down and said quietly, "I'll go with you!"
Hu Xiaotian nodded. With Murong Feiyan beside him, his safety was at least somewhat assured. They went down the steps and approached the dark shape, only to find a white-haired old man in black lying facedown on the ground, covered in blood. His injuries looked severe. Hu Xiaotian felt his neck, then checked for breath beneath his nose, first confirming that the old man was still alive.
With Murong Feiyan's help, Hu Xiaotian hoisted the old man onto his back. Fortunately, the old man was thin and frail, weighing only a little over a hundred jin, so carrying him did not take too much effort.
Murong Feiyan helped from the side. When they reached the temple gate, she helped the little girl up as well. The girl was