"What's the use of crying? No matter how much you cry, you can't return to the Heavenly Realm, and you can't become a Fairy. Do you think crying will make her pity you?" Baozhu sneered at Lann Zhen's pitiful appearance.
She glanced around, and Lann Zhen's appearance was slightly better than Jiangg Yao and Yuling.
Jiangg Yao's spirit looked sickly and emanated an unpleasant odor. Yuling seemed like a farmer's wife who had labored her whole life; her skin was coarse and dark, her gaze was dull and fierce. Just looking at her made Baozhu feel disgusted.
Though she had been embroiled in constant struggle all her life, she had been pampered. When her life reached its end and she died, the marks of time on her face were not too many. Standing here, she was particularly conspicuous, like an aristocratic lady among commoners.
Lann Zhen appeared quite old, dressed simply. Except for her tears, she actually seemed much calmer overall, and at least not as detestable.
