But Cang Xiaoxuan did not care about any of that. Wu Qing'e was still a mortal now—what did she know about immortals?
"Immortal Chiyuan!!"
Wu Qing'e was shocked at first, then looked confused... Who was Immortal Chiyuan? She had never heard of her?
"Um... is Immortal Chiyuan very famous? I... don't think I've ever heard of her. S-Sorry, I don't mean to look down on immortals, I just..."
For some reason, the thoughts in Wu Qing'e's heart suddenly slipped out. But the moment she finished speaking, she regretted it. How could she say something like that in front of an immortal?
In an instant, she became uneasy.
Would the immortal start hating her because of this?
"Hah! How could an immortal be one of those people who chase fame and profit? Immortal Chiyuan silently guarded Shenzhou for thousands of years, all for the sake of a promise."
Cang Xiaoxuan looked at Wu Qing'e with disdain, her eyes full of contempt for those immortals and gods whose reputations spread far and wide. Most immortals in this world were nothing special...
"A promise..."
Wu Qing'e could not help muttering to herself. Guarding something for thousands of years for a single promise—what kind of spirit was that? She certainly could not do it.
Still, she felt somewhat dismissive of Cang Xiaoxuan's words, and thought Fu Hua's sacrifice was not worth it. She did not approve at all of silently giving so much without asking for anything in return.
In her view, wasn't an immortal's greatest joy freedom and living without restraint?
With an immortal's power, one could do whatever one wanted, roam freely between heaven and earth, with no one able to stop them. That was the purpose of becoming an immortal.
According to Cang Xiaoxuan, she should deeply admire Immortal Chiyuan, but