"Little Illusion, you're too bad at this. I'm not playing with you anymore." Wei Yiqing stood up.
"Don't! Old Wei, you can't be so ruthless." Like a dangling ornament, Little Illusion clung to Wei Yiqing's back and swayed from side to side.
She had never understood rank or seniority, and she treated Wenren Sheng's two masters the same way.
"Go back first. I still have something to do. I'll call you over to play later." Wei Yiqing helplessly rubbed Little Illusion's head, and there was even a hint of indulgence in her voice.
No child had ever been allowed within three steps of her.
"All right, but you can't be like Master and break your word. You say you'll play with me, then only play for a few minutes." Only then did Little Illusion let go of her before vanishing from the room.
After Little Illusion disappeared, Wei Yiqing looked out the window, then closed her eyes.
For Wenren Sheng to come looking for her, that Old Ancestor must have done something that crossed the line.
Could it be that she had finally run out of patience?
Wei Yiqing did not understand why the other party had suddenly lost control. Had something changed? She had not lied to Wenren Sheng just now. She truly had a way to solve the Immortal's problem.
Because that form of immortality, in the end, still had one greatest weakness—it was still a method of immortality achieved through others, dependent on others.
It depended on the xenogeneic seed, and the xenogeneic seed depended on flesh-and-blood bodies.
The relationship between her, the Immortal, and the Seed of Misfortune was very delicate.
But without question, she was the foundation. She was a natural existence recognized and protected by this time-space. No matter how powerful or mysterious the