Li Qianyuan's figure disappeared beyond the door.
The woman withdrew her gaze, a trace of disgust flashing through her eyes.
Immortality.
What fine immortality.
She came from Spirit Mountain.
She had inherited the orthodox legacy of Taibai Metal Virtue and cultivated the great method of dining on rosy clouds and breathing in qi, nourishing the spirit and joining with the Dao.
What she sought was a life as long as heaven and earth, as eternal as the sun and moon.
Even Great Demons knew that the natural order of kinship endured, that bloodline was the root.
Yet this man before her.
An emperor, yet he ate the flesh of his kin and drank the blood of his own brothers.
He used the myriad people as firewood and the realm as his cauldron.
He carried out a scheme to leave no descendants, a plot to devour his own children.
Even if he truly managed to steal that sliver of life and achieve immortality.
What kind of filthy, foul immortality would that be?
The woman's eyes turned faintly cold.
However.
She had initially thought that Great Tang was now in decline, and that she alone would be enough to suppress it...
Yet when she had glimpsed Chang'an from afar the day before, her blood and qi had stagnated and her soul had grown restless, much less allowing her to venture deep inside.
Had that not been the case, why would she have needed to keep company with such a beast?
Joining hands with such beasts was certainly loathsome.
But it was still better than facing the danger head-on...
"Forget it... In any case, the outcome will be no different... Once I avenge my son, I will never need to lay eyes on such filth again."
Jiang Yuechu stood in the hall,