"Is there any issue?" Feiling said, trying to mimic the tone of Xuanyuan Xi.

"I wouldn't dare!" Fang Qingli hurriedly said, bowing her head even lower than before. "I thought Your Eminence would be able to rise up to the heavens right away."

"You're overthinking this. I have to start over. I had ascended within twenty years before, so this time ten should be enough. In the coming days, I want the descendants like you to help me to the best of your ability."

"Understood! All the descendants will do our best!"

So far, she seemed to have no doubt about Feiling’s identity at all. Her divine body was still the same, after all. Thankfully, Tianming had prepared her to act haughty back then, just in case situations like this occurred, or the act wouldn't hold up at all.

As she spoke, Feiling retrieved the divine blood and put it in her spatial ring. Who knew that a single drop of Xuanyuan Xi's blood would allow her descendants to track...