Qi Xuansu came to the bridge. If this was the Naihe Bridge, then below it would be the legendary Weak River. The water from the Weak River was known not to be able to support any weight; even a feather would sink if it landed on the surface of the water.0

However, Qi Xuansu was unafraid as he stepped onto the stone bridge.0

In an instant, turbulent fog surged in from all directions, blurring his sight and making it impossible to see where the bridge was leading.0

The only thing visible was the old woman on the bridge. She was holding an alms bowl in her hand, from which came bursts of aroma.0

At this moment, the old woman suddenly raised her head and grinned at Qi Xuansu, revealing her white, jagged teeth. Her hair was white, and the wrinkles on her face were deep like ravines. Her eyes were neither black and white, nor murky and yellow. Instead, they were a...0