Li Qiye followed the river, gazing into the distance where he could faintly see the outline of the Immortal Devil Cave. At the sight of the Immortal Devil Cave, his thirteen-year-old appearance hid a cold glint in his eyes, and an aura that belied his age emanated from him.,“Elder, something’s wrong. A mortal has come to our sect and wants to be our chief disciple.” That day, the great elder of the Xiyangu Sect woke up early, and his disciples rushed to report.,For such a man who loves wealth, gambling, and women but has little virtue, neither the elders of the Washing Face Ancient School nor the other disciples liked him.。