"Refined! Be a little more refined, Senior Li!" Lin Xiaosu stepped forward to stand before him. "If you lose your refinement, I'll definitely curse you right back. When it comes to cursing, you absolutely can't outcurse me. By then, you'll be so furious smoke will pour from your seven orifices, your Primordial Spirit will be thrown out of alignment, yet you still won't be able to make a move. That would truly throw your Dao Heart into chaos."
"You..." Li Qianzong raised his hand high!
Boom!
He slapped his own Gate.
"Senior, want a drink?" Lin Xiaosu lifted a hand and offered him a bottle.
Li Qianzong snatched it. The upper half of the bottle vanished directly into his hand. With a flip of his hand, he poured the entire bottle of liquor into his gaping mouth.
Lin Xiaosu wore an expression as though his teeth ached.
He clearly saw the shards of the glass bottle enter Li Qianzong's mouth as well. He drank them down and swallowed them...
Li Qianzong lightly rubbed the empty bottle between his hands, grinding it into glass powder. Slowly lowering his head, he said, "I've calmed down now. Let me ask you a question."
"Please do, Senior!" Lin Xiaosu was exceedingly refined.
"When exactly are you going to die?"
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess had been watching the excitement from the side, finding it quite amusing. But upon hearing that sentence, her heart suddenly lurched.
What did he mean?
This old man had drunk the wine and loudly proclaimed that he had calmed down, only to pull this move now?
"Soon, soon!" Lin Xiaosu said. "I'm going into the Archaic Realm. With your incomparably wise eyes, Senior, you can surely see that I won't live more than a few years!"
"You wish to enter the Archaic