Luo Yuniang's palace lantern was vastly superior in craftsmanship to Zeng Yue's lantern. Although its light and color were not as bright and charming as the moonlight, its swaying halo illuminated several zhang of water. As the light boat glided across the lake and drifted forward, it inexplicably created stillness amidst motion, entering a tranquil and serene world.
Clearly, this was a magical artifact.
Seeing this, a commotion arose around them again.
Compared to Dong Yan and Zeng Yue, whose reputations in the northern lands were obscure, Luo Yuniang—who ranked among the longevity realm, possessed a unique temperament, and did not conform to worldly ways—naturally commanded a much greater name.
Correspondingly, the spread of news was much faster.
In the span of just a few breaths, Luo Yuniang guided her small boat and just turned back. While Yu Ci was still expressing his apologies to Dong and Zeng, a deep voice suddenly boomed like a great tide:
"The Immortal Guiding Lantern? Which fellow Daoist... Luo Yuniang, you dare intercept my esteemed guest!"
The busybodies on the lake burst into loud cheers—the North Sea Whale King had arrived!
At this moment, Yu Ci finally understood roughly what the so-called Immortal Guiding Lantern was from the surrounding clamor and discussion.
This was indeed one of the northern customs for hosting guests. It was the rule that, without having received an invitation from the host, relevant figures could be brought in to enter the venue. Of course, the guide or the guided had to have a certain status and position to win the host's attention; otherwise, it would only be bringing humiliation upon oneself.
However, over the long course of time, there were always those few occasions when either the host was blind or the guest overestimated their abilities, resulting in awkwardness or