"Whimper, whimper, whimper."
While Qin Zhao was using the restroom, muffled sobs came from the stall next door.
It was late at night, there was the burning of paper, and now strange crying sounds. If she hadn't been a Heavenly Master but rather an ordinary person, she probably would have been scared half to death.
Qin Zhao was certain that the person next door was a living human and not something unclean.
She walked out of the stall and noticed a 'Restroom Under Maintenance' sign outside, which explained why no other travelers had come in to use the restroom; it was just her and the person burning paper.
After washing her hands, Qin Zhao stood still for a while.
"Whimper, whimper, whimper."
The subdued crying turned into sobbing, and finally, the person came out from the stall.
It was a woman with disheveled hair and a haggard face.
She held a lighter in her hand, looking somewhat dazed.
