Li Xingci stood casually outside the Immortal Sect.
He glanced back at the steps behind him and stepped into the sect amidst the crowd's attention.
In a magnificent immortal palace, the Golden Immortal at the main seat smiled and said to Li Xingci, "My disciple, you can't escape."
Looking at the familiar face, Li Xingci's sealed memories instantly surged up.
He looked constipated at the Golden Immortal in front of him, who was like a dog-skin plaster.
"Why are you so persistent with me? You just want that one opportunity."
"Now that I know your intentions, what's the use of you taking me as a disciple?" Li Xingci said.
Ever since he encountered the first reincarnated Great Power who wanted to take him as a disciple in the Reincarnation Dreamland, several more followed.
And the one in front of him was the Golden Immortal who had bothered him for the longest time.
"Kid, my purpose of taking you as a disciple is not that." The Golden Immortal shook his head.
