"You all are big shots, can't understand the bitterness of us ordinary folks," Ma Hongtu said with a sigh, "Even if I really get the promise and reincarnate as a human to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and honor, so what? Once dead and entering the Netherworld again, trying to squeeze in as a Yin Messenger may not be possible."
As for reincarnating into those born with the ability to cultivate like sect disciples and noble young masters, it's not easy. Those good fates have already been reserved, folks like me who have no connections, no background, and haven't accumulated great virtue can't even think about it, no way!"
His heartfelt words reminded Wan An of the many difficulties before his death, and he immediately raised a glass with red-rimmed eyes and nodded, "Being insignificant, life is tough!"
"Living is hard, dying is even harder! You, old man, are lucky to have raised a good grandson, and he met a good master; otherwise, think of the days when he just arrived?"
