At that moment, the saws on Wan Yousheng's body were directly pushed out by a force, and finally started attacking the Xuantian Immortal Gourd like the other saws.
But no matter how they sawed, they couldn't move the Xuantian Immortal Gourd even a bit.
In the next second, Wan Yousheng's wound healed, and he regained control over his inner strength.
The moment he regained control, Wan Yousheng conjured up a piece of clothing to cover his proud figure.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your help, but can I trouble you to put me down?" Wan Yousheng said excitedly.
Although the saws were stopped, she was still bound to the stake, and even with her strength restored, she couldn't break free from this restraint.
"No rush, I'll let you down after I've asked what I want to ask." Mu Rufeng replied with a faint smile.
