Master Dao Ming was indeed a renowned teacher in his early years, traveling across Huaxia, and had instructed many famous figures.
The Tianji Gate was unparalleled in divination, so the fact that they could predict Elder Mo's death was not at all surprising.
Seeing Ye Ling's expression, Elder Mo suddenly thought of something. "Kid, don't tell me you know that old Daoist with the bulging nose?"
"I know him, he was a brother's master, and he indeed could be called an Earthly Immortal."
Ye Ling smiled slightly. After all, he was an elder of the Golden Core Stage, so being called an Earthly Immortal was fitting, given his sufficient strength to deserve the title.
"Where is he now? Ha ha, find him for me. I want to give him a piece of my mind and see if I'm really going to die next year!"
Elder Mo burst into loud laughter, like a child; he was no stranger to the world and obviously knew about the existence of cultivators like Ye Ling.
