Zhuang Huanling cried, her sobs echoing loudly, ripping through the heart.
Her voice had a reverberating effect, amplified by her crying, the sharpness of it nearly puncturing the eardrums of the surrounding crowd.
Everyone looked at Zhuang Huanling as if she was a walking disease, wishing they could go up and slap this ugly girl dead.
"When the hell did our Wuhai Academy have such an ugly inner-court female disciple?"
"Who am I supposed to ask? Just looking at her makes me want to vomit, I just threw up all the food I had yesterday!"
"Hey! You there! Ugly girl, shut your mouth, or I swear I'll kill you!"
All the disciples of Wuhai Academy couldn't bear such a visual assault, yelling in fury, yet ultimately, no one dared to step forward.
After all, Zhuang Huanling was not just ugly at this moment, she looked like a shrew, no person would dare approach her.
