Lu Ming and the other ghosts followed Chu Mo into the passage in a daze.
After they had traveled a short distance, golden radiance swirled and the shifting light faded. At the sight of the thick, mistlike spiritual vapor hanging in the air, their mouths, which had only just closed, involuntarily fell open again.
"Th-this..."
Lu Ming could barely string his words together. He had been stunned twice in such a short span of time.
Spiritual vapor rose like mist, and the radiance of treasures flowed with the light. It was as though they had entered a blessed immortal sanctuary of legend, leaving them wondering whether they were dreaming.
"Is this really still the Eternal Night Sea?"
One of the North Mountain Five Friends could not help speaking up, voicing what Lu Ming was thinking.
"Hah. Country bumpkins."
A flash of disdain passed through the Paper Daoist's eyes at their reaction.
If a mere cave abode shocks you this badly, wouldn't the vast immortal lands of Fuli Heaven frighten you to death all over again?
He felt that, having followed Chu Mo for so long and taken part in his affairs in the Otherworld, he counted as an "old hand" who had witnessed grand spectacles. A lofty sense of superiority inevitably rose in his heart.
"Frogs at the bottom of a well from some backwater little realm. They've seen nothing of the world."
The Paper Daoist shook his head inwardly, utterly forgetting that he, too, had come from the Eternal Night Sea.
Chu Mo shifted his gaze, glanced at the Paper Daoist, and said slowly, "Explain some common knowledge to them."
"Yes, my lord!" The Paper Daoist perked up at once and immediately drew Lu Ming and the rest of the North Mountain Five Friends aside.
Paying the ghosts no