Yan Rongrong looked at the old Taoist priest in shock, and quickly saluted him, "Junior greets the Grandmaster. My eyes are cloudy, and I didn't know the Grandmaster was in front of me. Please forgive me."

The old Taoist waved his right hand, and a piece of wood the size of his little finger appeared in his hand like a magic trick. The old Taoist handed the wood to Long Yu and shook his head, "Your foolishly loyal friend still has a trace of residual soul here. You can help him ...