"Please don't make it sound so suggestive." Fumu suddenly said seriously.
But when Xi Li looked at her in surprise, she burst out laughing again.
"I'm off, I'm off! I'll come watch on the day you ascend."
With that, her entire body transformed into countless scattering streams of fire and vanished. The quiet chamber, which had grown somewhat warmer because of her arrival, once more turned bitterly cold.
Everything she did was exactly as the spy who had returned had described.
'People should live a little more freely.'
Apparently, she had not always been like this long ago...
Xi Li watched as the sword that had rested across her knees during her long meditation finally transformed into a streak of sword light and entered her glabella.
Her entire body then dispersed into wisps of dark-blue cold air, vanishing from the quiet chamber into thin air.
Even Spirit Transformation cultivators could gather and disperse at will, much less Void Return cultivators.
When she appeared again, she was already at the highest point of the Cold Moon Sword Palace.
Dark-blue frigid air gathered into form. Xi Li slowly walked to the edge and looked out over the vast sword palace she had founded.
In truth, she had never intended to establish any faction.
That was not what she sought.
But during that civil strife within the Human Race, the inheritance holy land had been utterly destroyed.
She had no choice but to establish a faction, gathering cultivators throughout the world who cultivated the three Dao lineages of [Yin], [Sword], and [Slaughter].
Thus, the Cold Moon Sword Palace was born.
And it was because of that incident—
That her attitude toward Xiyun changed.
At first, she had encountered someone who resembled her deceased elder brother, yet possessed an entirely different personality. He gave