C32 Immortal Mansion's Expert!

On the flat expanse of road, a slender silhouette made her way. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and though the relentless sun scorched her skin, her eyes—partially obscured by a cascade of hair—shone with unwavering resolve.

A large, dark birthmark marred her face, marking the girl as one deemed unattractive by societal standards.

"Young Master will definitely not die. I have to find him