A silhouette rose out of the Tai’e Sword—Mi Li. She was previously dressed in Zu An’s clothes, but now that she had turned into a soul, she had reverted back to the black empress robe she’d been wearing previously.

Why is she still wearing clothes even when she has turned into a soul? Just who is she on guard against?

Mi Li was a little displeased by Zu An’s gaze. She snorted coldly and said, “You’re the one who landed me in my current state. So what if I absorbed a little bit of energy from those evil spirits to heal my soul? You should remember that we’re linked with one another now. You should be praying that my soul remains as healthy as it can be.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I would love nothing more than for big sis empress to live for tens of thousands of years. It would be even better if you could live for all eternity,” replied Zu An, fawning all over her.

“Hah. Since ancient times, all cultivators, no matter how strong they were, have never been able to escape the fate of eventual decline. True immortality is simply too far beyond reach,” remarked Mi Li. She suddenly directed a sharp glare at Zu An and said, “Besides, you obviously have the face of a short-lived brat. What’s the use if I’m the only one who’s able to live for a long time?”

“Wait a moment, what do you mean, ‘I have the face of a short-lived...