"Shouldn't there be a Meng Po stall here?" Lin Ning asked.
"Yes," Chen Lingyun replied, "I have some Yin Ghosts under my command who can take the role of Meng Po. We can use the water from the Oblivion River as hot soup. The problem now is that the Naihe Bridge has collapsed. If ghosts want to cross the river, they must wade through the water. Not only will their memories be forcefully refreshed, but their spiritual wisdom can also suffer damage and become foggy."
"Without Naihe Bridge, there's no need for Meng Po Soup at all. Crossing the river would purely depend on luck."
Everyone looked at each other, wondering who would build the bridge?
"Sister Zhao, you do it." Yan Yu didn't beat around the bush and directly named her, "You know artifact refining, so it's up to you."
