C1145 Dead Worm

"Elder Taoist, it was you who saved me?"

Rong Junfang asked, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

This Daoist looked to be in his fifties. His hair and beard were fluttering in the wind, and he wore a Daoist robe. He had a tall stature, and he gave off a sage-like feeling. At a glance, one could tell that he wasn't an ordinary person.

In her confusion, seeing such a life-saving straw