Even so, the two fellows who had grown accustomed to comfort as Ghost Officials spent quite a while carefully packing the last of Tang Changsheng's things. By the time they finished, the Marching Bag was more than half full.
That left Tang Changsheng wondering: how much could the Marching Bag hold? Was its limit measured by weight or by volume?
Forget it. You don't need to know how a television is made to watch it, or how a hen lays eggs to eat them.
Tang Changsheng soon stopped fretting over it. All that mattered was that he could take his things with him.
With the two Ghost Officials seeing him off attentively, Tang Changsheng dusted himself off and left the Netherworld Office, his Divine Soul returning to his body.
He sighed softly. "At this rate, even three Divine Souls won't be enough for long. I'll have to hurry and master the fifth level of the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Heart Method so I can refine a fourth."
Soon, though, Tang Changsheng arrived at Yin-Yang Mountain amid a familiar wave of dizziness and cast all such worries beyond the Nine Heavens.
"Master, you're here!"
"Sect Leader, you're here."
Yin-Yang Mountain was no longer deserted. Tang Changsheng had barely walked around before the disciples he encountered began greeting him.
Apart from Cui Zhengfei, another four or five Outer Disciples were practicing martial arts under Da Xiang's supervision. They all greeted Tang Changsheng with exceptional respect.
Tang Changsheng nodded with a smile. These disciples might one day become the pillars and mainstays of the General's Temple.
But when he saw Da Xiang, he paused and said with some embarrassment, "I'm often in seclusion, so I've left everything below the mountain to you. I never thought you'd have to worry about things up here as