Besides, His Highness was so elegant and handsome, like a deity, but he didn't even look them in the face. He would only be by that living corpse's side all day and night during the time his eyes were open. How could this not infuriate them, the living humans?
"The cultivation of people from the Lower Star Domain is probably only in the low levels of the mystic realm. I truly do not know how she is not ashamed to remain by His Highness's side."
"Isn't that so."
"Aiyah, it's so frustrating. If she continues to be in this half-dead state, until when would we have to take care of her?"
"What other choice is there? Who told us to be so unlucky to get assigned this chore?"
"It's truly not fair. In my view, it's most likely a rich man's disease. She'll be fine after getting stabbed with a needle."
"Pfft." One person laughed. "Stabbing with a needle? Do you dare?"
