The gains from this journey were already significant, but just as Nezha was planning to leave, he encountered someone.
A woman with hair white as snow held in place by a copper hairpin, red pupils full of indifference, dressed in a simple black and red long robe.
Nezha looked at the snowy white hair and ruby-like pupils, and instinctively said, "Sister, have we met somewhere before?"
Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Next time you reincarnate, drink a few more bowls."
You think you've met me before; you must've drunk too little Meng Po soup.
Nezha regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. Damn it, how did this white-haired, red-eyed fan follow me into the Primordial Chaos?
He quickly performed a salute seriously, reporting his background along the way, "Disciple of Lady Nuwa, Li Nezha, greets the elder."
The female immortal softly spoke, "I am Meng Po."
