The bladesman and the common physician broke out in a cold sweat at once. They hurriedly shrank their necks and clamped their mouths shut, not daring to say another word.
Seated where she was, Su Yueli's fingers tightened slightly around the wine flask.
Beneath her mask, her gaze turned somewhat dazed.
Though things remained, people had changed; seas had turned to mulberry fields.
Before the vast river of time, the lifespan and fate of mortals truly were as fragile as a sheet of white paper.
She still clearly remembered how, sixty years ago, that high-spirited Fourth Prince had stood atop a pavilion, smiling as he handed her a royal token and helped shield her from quite a few worldly troubles.
In her memories, that scene seemed as though it had happened only yesterday.
Yet in the blink of an eye, a full sixty years had passed. The prince who had once fought for the throne was now in no promising condition either.
She had only just set foot upon the road to immortality a few decades ago, yet the acquaintances and karmic ties around her had already begun to rot away in the earth, one after another.
"Phew..."
Su Yueli slowly let out a somewhat stifled breath and drained the fiery liquor in her cup in one gulp.
On the arena, the first round of mortal martial artists had already begun tearing into and grappling with one another. Roars and the crunch of breaking bones rose and fell without end.
Yet as she watched these martial men give their all for mortal fame and profit, Su Yueli no longer felt the hot-blooded passion of her younger days.
She merely watched in silence and waited.
She waited for this mortal farce to end, and for those immortal cultivators about to descend,