"Little junior sister!"
Song Changqing's eyes were bright as he looked at the girl who had appeared beside him. He called out to her in surprise.
Her body still carried the chilliness of returning from the evil Yin Qi, and the ends of her hair seemed to be stained with water. She held the limp old Daoist firmly in her arms.
Song qingjiang supported the old Daoist back to the ground. Spiritual power came out of her palm and penetrated the back of the old Daoist.
She helped him sort out his chaotic veins and vessels, as well as his blocked blood.
A moment later, as the spiritual power in his veins was straightened out and his blood and Qi were cleared, the old Daoist's sallow face quickly recovered a little. He blinked and slowly opened his eyes.
Qing ... his voice was hoarse as he grabbed song Qing's wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again. He stared at the person in front of him without blinking.
"Qing Xiao-"
