I climbed out of the well with Qinghan on my back and returned to the main hall; Nanduo had already come to her senses.
"This person is my colleague. What did you do to her? Is there any hope for her?" I had no intention of putting down Qinghan. I was ready to walk away if Nanduo said there was no hope for the goddess.
It had been a thousand years, and Nanduo looked much older than before. Although not as exaggerated as having Three Heads and Six Arms, she looked like a middle-aged woman in her forties, no longer in her early twenties.
"Her? It's no use. You can take her away." Nanduo waved dismissively, tossing the goddess who had been holding her hand over to me.
As I was already carrying Qinghan, I couldn't free my hands to catch her, so I had to stretch out my leg to block her, preventing her pretty face from smashing against the ground.
"You're not leaving?" I asked.
