The figure turned around, looked at Hei Yang, and smiled kindly: "I really didn't expect that we could meet here. Maybe this is fate."

"Hahaha."

The corners of Hei Yang's mouth twitched, and he stepped back with a smile. His legs couldn't help but feel weak: "Grandma Meng, aren't you joking? Who wants to have a fate with you, hahaha..."

"Don't be talkative...forget it, I'm just a shadow anyway, and I'm not pressed for time, so I'll just chat with you, even though it doesn't make much sense."

Po Meng stirred the soup in the pot and said cheerfully: "You know, this world was no longer under our control after it was named the Traveling World a long time ago.

Logically speaking, since we said goodbye on the bridge sixteen years ago, we should never see each other again.

However, many years ago, a powerful person from this world came to me and asked for a spoonful of water from the Wangchuan River, hoping to use it to practice cultivation.

I don’t know how many years have passed in this flash, and I don’t know whether the great master died or disappeared from the world.

But that spoonful of water from the Wangchuan River ended up here for some unknown reason and turned into a scourge for the world.

This disaster came from my hands, so I had no choice but to send this phantom to take it back.

This phantom followed the original qi movement and searched all the way. Sure enough, it successfully found the spoonful of Wangchuan River water.

However, at this moment, a familiar breath suddenly passed in front of me!"

After gently blowing on the soup, Meng Po looked at Hei Yang with a half-smile but not a smile: "Guess, who is this familiar scent?"
Chapter completed!