Nezha was still looking around when, to his surprise, the daring young girl beside him suggested after following him for a bit, somewhat impatiently, "Shall we go over and have a look?"
Naturally, "go over and have a look" meant to take a closer look at the palace.
Although one did not need to look to know that this place was strange in every aspect, since they were already here, and because both the existing signs and the spiritual intuition Nezha had cultivated did not perceive any danger from beginning to end.
He felt that this was where the danger lay; if he couldn't even sense what the danger was, then he really wouldn't know how he died when it came to it.
He glanced again at the ground beneath his feet, grabbed a handful, and felt its warmth. In front of his eyes, it was a layer of fine iron sand.
"What are you here to find, exactly?"
