The cell instantly fell silent. Neither of them spoke.
The female cultivator once again stared at the ceiling in a daze. It was as if there was a staircase that led to heaven there, and she was only one step away from touching it.
Tang Zhen's eyes flickered. For the first time, he carefully sized up the foreign female cultivator in front of him.
In fact, she wasn't too old. She was pretty, had a graceful figure, and was full of vitality.
Near the closed vertical pupils on her forehead, there were red tattoos like wings covering her smooth forehead, looking very lifelike.
However, her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, as if they were filled with deep resentment and frustration, as if there was no life in them!
Tang Zhen didn't know what she had experienced to have given up on herself like this. She had even reached the point of committing suicide?