"It's all rotten." Seviss clicked her tongue, "Memories... thousands of years of memories... jumbled up in my mind. Every time I open my mouth, I have to confirm which year it is, and whether I'm speaking to Gongsun Ce or some young person I knew long ago. There aren't many things I can recall, and I had to work hard to piece together the facts with some guesswork to figure out what's going on."
"I guess you didn't plan on being immortal back then."
"Impossible, I already picked a grave before I died, right where the Youfu State used to be, called the Saint's Burial Ground. I used the Gun of Punishment to execute myself as the last step in the grand scheme when I died to ensure nothing could go wrong." Seviss stared blankly at the distant mountains, "But I underestimated far too many things. I underestimated my own influence and people's power."
Gongsun Ce pondered these words carefully, speculating: "Because of belief?"
