Might as well look at the distant Li Tang Sect

An inexplicable tremor ran through his soul, making Xiao Xiaole's asshole clench.

"With my current cultivation, how could I receive such a warning?"

Xiao Xiaole frowned deeply. His Integration Realm strength might not make him invincible beneath the heavens, but he was certainly not someone just anyone could threaten.

Yet this warning from the depths of his soul filled him with unease.

Xiao Xiaole had not felt this restless for a very long time.

After hesitating for a moment, he rose and lifted a hand, opening a spatial rift before him.

After entering the rift, he sped through the void. When he emerged, he was already outside the gates of an immortal sect tens of thousands of miles away.

The gatekeeping disciples hurriedly bowed when they saw Xiao Xiaole.

"Elder Xiao."

"Where's Old Yun?"

"The Sect Master is in the rear mountain."

Xiao Xiaole grunted and flew toward the rear mountain, heading straight for a Daoist temple halfway up the slope.

Inside the temple, a white-haired old man was divining with tortoiseshells. Several hundred strange golden ancient characters drifted and shifted beside him.

"Old Yun, it's been another two hundred years since we last met."

Landing in the temple, Xiao Xiaole sighed with emotion.

"Bitches are so pretentious. If you like seeing me so much, stay in the sect and we can meet every day."

The old man called Old Yun laughed and cursed.

"No way. Seeing that bitter melon face of yours every day would make me sick. Still, after two hundred years, you've gotten much older. Even the beard beneath your chin has turned white."

Xiao Xiaole remarked.

"Fuck off!"

How could the old man fail to catch the implication in his old friend's words? Irritated, he said, "Spit it out if you've got something to say. Don't