Upstream, Li Qiye could still see the dimming structure of the Immortal Demon Grotto. His eyes became increasingly cold; his aura exceeds anything that a thirteen year old child could produce.
Li Qiye took a deep breath, and then stared at the old man. After a while, he finally asked:
“How should I address you, old man?”
“Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect, San Gui Ye.”
The old man answered with his mouth agape revealing his three gold teeth, smiling and spitting everywhere.
“Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect…”