The instant Lin Shisan passed through the golden gate of light, his vision suddenly brightened.
The gentle radiance carried a slightly unreal, dreamlike quality.
He instinctively narrowed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he froze, so shocked that his eyes nearly bulged out.
He felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
What greeted his eyes was a scene out of myth: a corridor paved with white jade stretched from beneath his feet to the end of his vision.
Every piece of jade gleamed with a lustrous sheen, its surface covered in lifelike dragon reliefs.
The corridor's pillars had each been carved from a whole piece of red coral.
They were so thick that even two adults together could not encircle them with their arms, and a gentle red halo flowed across their surfaces.
Countless luminous pearls were set into the ceiling.
Large and small, they were arranged in a pleasing pattern, casting soft light that illuminated the entire hall as brightly as day.
Little Stone clung to Lin Shisan's back, his little mouth open wide enough to fit a large egg.
He strained his eyes wide, trying to take everything in, but the more he looked, the more he felt his eyes could not keep up.
A five-clawed golden dragon riding clouds and mist was carved into a pillar on the left.
A deep-blue pearl the size of a fist was embedded in the wall on the right.
On the dome overhead was an enormous painting of a sea god: a great dragon soared out of towering, crashing waves, its head held high.
"Uncle, is this where the Dragon King lives?"
Lin Shisan said nothing, rapidly arranging words in his mind.
He had already been stunned speechless and did not know how best to answer.
He had