Xie Qingyi and Fan Rusong exchanged a glance, joy surfacing in both their eyes.
"Then it's settled. Many thanks to Your Excellency the Pavilion Chief for granting our request!"
"Good, it's settled!" The Fetal-Separation Pavilion Chief's voice was brisk.
The two women cupped their fists in salute, then left the Fetal-Separation Pavilion with Meng Po.
On the way back, mist swirled around them while yin winds howled.
Fan Rusong could no longer suppress the doubts in her heart. She raised her eyes toward Meng Po beside her and asked softly, "Grandma Meng, how could you be so certain this matter was connected to the Wheel-Turning King? And that Spirit Cypress Immortal—what sort of immortal is he? Song'er has never heard of him."
"Exactly. Even we sisters didn't know why the General wanted to see the Fetal-Separation Pavilion Chief. Grandma Meng, how were you so sure?" Xie Qingyi chimed in.
Meng Po smiled gently at that. "This old woman has remained beside the Bridge of Helplessness for over a thousand years. If I couldn't piece together even this much cause and effect, wouldn't I have lived all these years for nothing? As for that Spirit Cypress Immortal, he is a great deity of the Heavenly Court. His reputation simply isn't very prominent, so it is only natural that you haven't heard of him."
"So that's how it is. Grandma Meng, we truly have to thank you this time. If you hadn't stepped in, the Pavilion Chief might not have agreed based on just the two of us."
"Yes, it was still your esteemed face that carried weight." Xie Qingyi paused, her smile fading as confusion entered her tone.
"Since you had already guessed that this involved the Wheel-Turning King, why did you still help us?"
At those words, Fan Rusong's gaze