"Don't move!"
Upon seeing Xiao Qing like this, Chu Dazhuang really calmed down and also retracted his earlier demeanor, assuming a seriously proper expression.
"Your injury is very severe right now, and relying on your own to recuperate here is no longer viable."
Chu Dazhuang spoke softly, and at this moment, Xiao Qing nestled in his arms was also panting heavily, her eyes dimming.
However, fortunately, Xiao Qing was a thousands-of-years-old spirit who had cultivated, and although her injuries were deep, she could still speak. Right away, she looked at Chu Dazhuang with eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Since I've found my path, my goal has been to eliminate all these sanctimonious hypocrites, to level Jinshan Temple to the ground, so that those thieving monks have nowhere to lay their bodies after death."
"Yet, who would have thought that I, now, would end up in such a state?"
