At the same time, in a military hospital in the Empyreal Terminus Sector at the center of the cosmos…
Before Li Yao met Li Linghai again, he never thought that the queen of the Imperium would be painting butterflies in a small garden under the warm sun.
Judging from her vivid work, she seemed to be as good as a professional painter.
Her body had been greatly weakened, but she did not look very fragile. Instead, warmed by the sunlight, even her white hair and her transparent skin did not seem as chilling as before.
"Well…"
Standing behind Li Linghai for a long time, Li Yao watched her dye the wings of a butterfly with glamorous colors, not knowing what he should say. He finally said, "Your Highness, have you decided to get rid of this body and turn into a spectral Cultivator? If you have, I can make an artificial body for you in person. After all, I'm still your special refiner, haha!"
"Thank you…"
