At the gates of the Holy City, an old beggar stood with Li Xiaobai, pausing in front of the entrance.
Coming back from the deep frontier had taken only about ten minutes, whereas driving a Lamborghini there had taken most of a day. Now, in just over ten minutes, they had returned to the Holy City.
It was hard to imagine just how astonishingly fast the old beggar was.
If he were to truly command the Immortal Spirit Qi, perhaps he could shatter the void at will and ascend to the Upper Realm.
"Junior, you go in first; the old beggar will follow shortly," the old beggar said with a twinkle of cold light in his eyes and a hint of a smile on his dirty face, looking at the city gate.
Li Xiaobai instantly understood—the old enemies had encountered each other. Song Que had never forgotten the old beggar, and now that they had met, it seemed they were about to come to blows.