The Spirit snorted at the woman, but she didn't immediately attack.
Something was weird. Anxiety began to crack the Spirit's mind.
She could feel the source of the pressure on the tip of her tongue but just couldn't name it.
The last time she tried to possess someone while looking down on them, she got trapped within Yang Wei's body and almost died. She had learned from that to completely break the opponent's morale before she attempted to devour the Soul of a person.
"Tell me what I have to keep in mind living as you. I will do it for you in this lifetime; I will become a good, obedient wife for that man." The Spirit said, hiding her nervousness; her face even seemed a bit sad she had to do this to Liyue.
"They would never hurt you when you are in my appearance," Liyue said, her tone soft, wiping her eyes. "But sadly, you won't have the chance. And today, I probably will murder a sentient life for the first time."
The Spirit's face changed.