The higher one stood, the colder it grew.
High atop the pavilion, Li Xiangling, dressed in a white Daoist robe patterned with blue, felt the biting chill of the fierce wind. It seemed as though that wind was freezing the decaying Tang Empire.
The emperor in his yellow dragon robe still could not believe it. He could not believe his grandaunt had actually struck him for an outsider—and that outsider was not even human.
The palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they knelt in the distance, trembling like leaves.
The emperor flew into a rage and screamed madly.
"You are an immortal! You can remain unchanged even after more than two hundred years! I cannot!"
"I am only an ordinary man! This whole True Dragon Son of Heaven nonsense is complete bullshit! In a few decades, I will still be unable to escape becoming yellow earth! I do not want to die! I want to become an ageless immortal too!"
He raised a hand and pointed at Li Xiangling.
"Do you understand an ordinary person's fear of death? You do not! Because you are a cultivator!"
"Your younger brother Li Chongqian is dead! His descendants have died for generations! Yet you are still alive! What right do you have to condemn me for seeking immortality?"
The crazed emperor became dejected and dispirited again, even forgetting to refer to himself as We.
"I am afraid of dying... You do not know this, but I once secretly went to the execution grounds to watch the executioner behead someone. I watched that person's head get cut off, watched his body twitch for a while before he died. Then I had people secretly bring the corpse and head back, put them together, and see whether he could come back to life."
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