Having already reached the Reincarnation Palace, even those who were foolish in the Mortal Realm should regain their clarity.
However, this person is still in a foolish state.
The monk frowned slightly.
The woman placed the spoon in her hand aside, waved her large sleeve, and a deck chair appeared out of thin air.
She lay on the deck chair, as if waiting for a good show.
The monk laughed, "You seem quite comfortable."
The woman shrugged, "Now that Horse-face is not here, I'm the only one guarding this place, with no one from above supervising, and no one from below needing attention. After distributing the soup, what else can I do but lie down?"
"Compared to the Netherworld, it's certainly leisurely here."
"Is that so?" The woman smiled brightly, "Then stay here, and you won't need to reincarnate."
Saying this, the spoon fell into her hand, pretending to serve soup to the last person.
"No!" The monk clasped his hands, "It was a mistake on my part to say that."
