Chapter 1257: Upheaval at the Commandery Princess Manor
The hall beyond the Bridge of Naihe always carried a fragrance that lured wandering souls.
A bowl of Meng Po Soup to forget one's past and present lives.
That bowl of soup was incomparably delicious. In a mere instant, it washed away all memory; the mind would wander the heavens, left only to sigh at the sheer beauty of the world.
Such were the rumors, for the most part.
And the truth was much the same.
From the steps outside this hall, the sky-filling Sand Sea stretched out ahead in a haze of gloom. Yet it had its beautiful side; across that heavy, overcast sky, occasional flickers of fluorescence would reveal themselves, wonderfully beautiful.
Ping'an sat there, still waiting. It was very quiet here, yet profoundly unsettling.
A catcher from Mengpo Hall walked out the doors. Seeing Ping'an, he said, "You're still here."
Ping'an turned his head. This catcher was named Jiufu. He had always stayed by Meng Po's side to deal with troublemakers among the wandering souls. Over the years, many spirits had perished under his blade.