Li Feixia was tall and graceful, with delicate features and beauty that could rival a celestial maiden.
But she was in terrible shape now. A thin layer of ice coated her skin, her face was pale, and the light in her once-bright eyes had dimmed.
Her delicate body shivered with cold.
Without thinking, she nestled into Li Ye's embrace.
"Miss Feixia, how can you look at me through a crack in the door?"
"While living, be a hero among men; in death, be a champion among ghosts."
"Even the Sovereign of the underworld would scramble to become my sworn brother. There's no way I'd end up as some lowly Soul Reaper, sent to escort you over."
Li Ye spoke without batting an eye.
Li Feixia nearly didn't know what to make of him. She burst out laughing, seeming to forget the cold for a moment. "If I'm dead, then I'm dead. Why are you going on about the underworld, the Sovereign, and sworn brotherhood, Brother Li?"
"To see an old friend once more before I die—Heaven has already been kind to me."
She sighed wistfully.
Now Li Ye was the one left confused. "It seems Miss Feixia's injuries are severe. I've told her she isn't dead, yet she's still thinking about dying. She's contradicting herself. She must already be muddled."
Li Feixia spoke weakly, cool breath spilling from her little mouth. Every cell and star within her had frozen solid, even her life force. "Feixia is indeed close to death, but I'm not muddled. I know my own injuries. I took a palm strike from an Ice Demon City successor. It was an Extreme Cold Power, and it has already invaded my five viscera and six bowels, every inch of my meridians, and my Primordial Spirit."
"It's too late. Even