Tang Wan was feeling a bit melancholy now.
She wished she could rush in front of Zhou Li and knock him off his feet with an uppercut and a spinning kick, sending him rolling back to Dragon Tiger Mountain. That way, she wouldn't be delayed from being reborn in a golden body by His Highness the Ghost King, who was beautiful, kind, gentle, and adorable. Zhou Li wouldn't have to suffer either—killing two birds with one stone!
But this thought was just a comfort she gave herself for fun; on one hand, Tang Wan didn't believe in such pie-in-the-sky miracles. Jiang Li was the Ghost King, not a charity king; she had no reason to be so inexplicably good to her without expecting something in return.