After leaving Wangsi City, the old ghost took the lead. He shaded his eyes with his hand, looked around, and pointed in one direction, saying,
"Wuyou Ridge is not far from the Netherworld, from here... it's about a thousand miles away..."
Pu Yanlan whipped up a gust of yin wind and headed in the direction the old ghost indicated. However, the so-called thousand miles spoken by the old ghost took them most of the day to cover,
"This isn't right!"
Gu Shi Yi frowned and cast a sidelong glance at the old ghost,
"A thousand miles shouldn't take us most of the day to fly, old ghost... are you just talking nonsense?"
The old ghost looked puzzled as well,
"Well... I clearly remember it was supposed to be a thousand miles from Wangsi City... not far from the Netherworld!"
Hearing this, Gu Shi Yi replied impatiently,
