Ne Zha was running past a massive pool with sparkling clear waters. The blue-skinned women sitting poolside waved at him. "Ne Zha! Over here, over here!"
Ne Zha winked at them as he flew past. The girls giggled and blushed.
He continued running until he got to a long flight of sand-colored stairs. He went up, four stairs at a time, until he reached the top, where Eloah and Polaris stood, talking to each other.
"Where have you been?" asked Polaris.
"Aw you know, here and there."
Eloah looked him up and down. "Planned to take a dip, did you?"
"Why not? This is Monticello, the paradise of the Holy Realm! I'd be an idiot not to enjoy myself at least a little!"
"We aren't here to enjoy ourselves. Remember what Lucifer told us— someone is planning on infiltrating the realm. This is the easiest point of access."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Speaking of, where is Lucifer anyway?"
Polaris pointed behind him. "He's over there."
