"Silver Dragon Battle Halberd! How did it end up in your hands?"
A great battle had been on the verge of erupting, yet when Meng Po saw the silver battle halberd in Shen Yi's hand, she cried out in astonishment.
"You recognize this weapon?"
Shen Yi was equally startled. Holding up the battle halberd, he asked Meng Po for guidance.
Meng Po nodded, only to shake her head in denial a moment later. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as though she were suffering some indescribable pain.
"I only know that this is the Silver Dragon Battle Halberd, an Immortal King's weapon. Unfortunately, the Dragon Spirit has sealed itself away, so it cannot unleash its full power."
That simple sentence sent shock through Shen Yi's heart. "May I ask how the Dragon Spirit's seal can be lifted?"
"I do not know. I have forgotten many things. I only remember that this place was once a corner of the Immortal Realm, cast into the mortal world by the boundless darkness through a great divine art."
Shen Yi had never heard of the boundless darkness, but he became even more curious about Meng Po's origins.
"How did you come to know these things, Senior?"
Meng Po pondered for a moment, seemingly sorting through her thoughts.
"My memories are somewhat fragmented. I only remember having once seen the master of that battle halberd. Later, I was buried in the earth. When I awakened again, I found myself here, my cultivation having fallen into the mortal realm."
With a wave of her hand, a Higanbana blossomed upon her fingertip. "Since awakening, I have possessed the ability to control these flowers. As for Ox-Head and Horse-Face, I encountered them by chance as well."
Meng Po's words had no logic at all, wild and unrestrained as a