My Years in Heaven, Hearing Legends About Myself

A corporate drone! Su Er was the quintessential immortal-world wage slave. Every day, her job was to dine with her superiors, drink with her superiors, and listen to their stories... Actually, Su Er's goals in immortal life were simple: a place to sleep and a decent enough job that she could live with. Her little spirit-clothing tailor shop fit the bill perfectly. After that, she could just eat her fill and wait to die. But immortals had one defining trait: long lives. Her life was so long that she added one more goal: to hear Feng Qing's story. Who was Feng Qing? A legend of the Celestial Realm, a name passed from mouth to mouth in its tales. Su Er had once asked her superior where Feng Qing was. With sorrow in his eyes, he replied that Feng Qing had died long ago, reduced to nothing but ashes... Su Er felt sorrowful too. She had been listening to the legend of a dead person for a very long time... And much later, what made her even more sorrowful was discovering that she knew Feng Qing very well, because Feng Qing had been her name before she died...