The Red Dragon Daoist had a withered build and wore the same old Daoist robe. He fixed his gaze on the golden little creature, a hint of red light flickering in his eyes.
The small dragon-like creature felt uneasy under his gaze, fearfully hiding behind the little nun in white, peeking out cautiously to observe.
"Don't be afraid, little one," the little nun in white comforted, placing it on her shoulder.
Upon the appearance of the Red Dragon Daoist, those elderly men with limited lifespans were deeply apprehensive, refraining from speaking freely.
The others, unaware of his identity, continued to discuss, creating a cacophony in the Stone Garden.
"Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations..." the Red Dragon Daoist murmured, looking up at the sky, then down at the ground, as if sensing something.
Ye Fan wanted to approach and pay his respects, but with a flash of red light, the Daoist disappeared swiftly without pausing.
