“So I’ll be a content mortal while you shoulder the weight of the Great Seal? Who are you to decide that?” Zhao Yunlan’s voice rasped painfully, barely a wisp of sound despite his best efforts. “You accepted me that day because you thought a mortal life lasts barely a hundred years—over in the blink of an eye. Next time I reincarnate, I’ll just forget you again, right? Were you going to accompany me on this last stretch and then…then follow in Nüwa’s footsteps…?”
