Xue Ping was like mud, while these three girls were like lotuses. That woman ruined these three young girls for her own poisonous greed, but even then these three young women did not lose the initial kindness that they had in their hearts when they were alive.
A trace of pity flashed in Song Yan's eyes, she sighed while looking at the amalgamated ghost in front of her. Now that the grudges of these three women had reduced considerably and Xue Ping had to return the luck that she snatched, Song Yan could see the faint gold and silver aura around them. Though neither of them was blessed by the Emperor's aura, she had to admit that they were blessed by good fortune.
