"The Mengpo Soup you ordered is ready, three parts sugar, with ice."
Meng Wuyou handed a bowl of black soup to Houtu.
Houtu looked down at it and suddenly stepped back two paces: "Oh, thank you. I just remembered I don't take sugar."
Meng Wuyou's hand froze in mid-air.
She and Houtu locked eyes.
"What a pity," Meng Wuyou sighed with some regret.
She had wanted to see Houtu sipping the soup and forgetting.
The Evil Mirror was ready, just waiting to capture the moment in time and space.
"Daoist friend, when can the spirits be retrieved?" Houtu asked.
"Retrieve spirits? You can do it now!"
Meng Wuyou casually conjured an Other Shore Flower.
Swish~
After passing through the cauldron, wisps of spirits began to wind around the Other Shore Flower.
"This is the person you're looking for," Meng Wuyou handed over the Other Shore Flower.
After taking it, Houtu asked: "Why did it have to pass through this Mengpo Soup?"
