C181 Dead Worm

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

Rong Junfang asked, and could not help but be overjoyed.

This Daoist looked to be in his fifties. He had a long beard and hair that fluttered in the wind. He wore a tall daoist robe, and he gave off a sage-like vibe. One look was enough to tell that he was no ordinary person.

In her confusion, when she saw such a lifesaving straw of grass