Deep within Immortality Mountain, inside the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings' Mausoleum, cool winds howled and ghostly shadows swayed.
Poison Wine Flask crouched beside a stone tablet and told Weng Sanren softly, "Walk past the tablet, take ten more steps, then stand there and wait. If you faintly hear children playing, call out with your consciousness and communicate with them."
Under the gentle moonlight, the nine large characters on the tablet stood out glaringly.
"Dragon Lord Mausoleum. One unauthorized step inside means death."
Weng Sanren pointed at the tablet and asked with a sidelong glance, "One unauthorized step means death, and you fucking want me to take ten?! You're trying to make sure not even a scrap of my bones remains! What murderous intentions!"
Looking at this supremely cowardly "imperial favorite," Poison Wine Flask felt his head starting to ache, so his reply was none too pleasant. "Fortune-tellers also say you'll marry Chang'e in this lifetime, but is that really your destiny? It's just a warning to scare off thieves. How could it be that sinister?"
"I've always respected warnings." Weng Sanren was as cautious as a neighborhood-watch auntie.
"..." Utterly helpless, Poison Wine Flask stressed, "Buddha Young Master and the others must have reached the exit by now. We really don't have much time left."
Taking self-preservation to its absolute limit, Weng Sanren gritted his teeth. "If you want to put my mind at ease, you have to demonstrate first."
His Majesty must be confused, sending a spineless turtle like you to handle something this important. After cursing inwardly, Poison Wine Flask rose, walked past the tablet, and went twenty steps forward.
Soon, he stood in the night breeze with his eyes shut, seemingly entering some mysterious state.
"See? There's no danger here." Poison Wine Flask's transmitted voice drifted into Weng