After Wen Ning left the Thunder Department,
he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A very practical problem occurred to him: I don't know where the Great Thunderclap Temple is.
The letter of introduction from his godfather was tucked inside his robe. His assignment was clear, and so was his destination, but nobody had told him Spirit Mountain's exact location.
In the Heavenly Court, even the Four Heavenly Kings at the Southern Heavenly Gate would munch on sunflower seeds and chat with him about everyday life.
But he had never once set foot on Buddhist School territory.
The Great Thunderclap Temple sounded far away. It definitely wasn't within the Heavenly Court's jurisdiction.
Western Heaven, Spirit Mountain—he had heard those names all his life, but if he actually had to find the place, all he could do was fly west until he spotted a glowing mountain.
The problem was, what if he overshot it?
What if there was some Barrier around Spirit Mountain, and he accidentally crashed into it and got mistaken for an intruder?
He didn't want his first business trip to Buddhist School territory to end with eighteen naked men pinning him to the ground at the mountain gate.
Just as Wen Ning stood looking around, debating whether to go back and ask his godfather for directions, hurried footsteps came from behind him.
They were accompanied by a clear voice that sounded just irritating enough to invite a punch.
"Hey, hey, hey, Wen Ning! Wait up, wait up!"
Wen Ning turned and saw Lu Ming, a deer, trotting toward him along the cloud path.
Lu Ming skidded to a halt in front of Wen Ning, his feet slipping and nearly sending him tumbling, then said breathlessly,
"I'm exhausted, absolutely exhausted! Why were you walking so fast? The Heavenly Venerable was