The god Hua Cheng dedicated centuries of his life to was here.. right in front of him. Of all the things he could catch them doing on the mortal plane, the god was dressed as a bride, attempting to catch a ghost on the mountain that had been snatching passing brides. All guards that had been transporting the “bride” were dead. It was just Hua Cheng and them left alone. He reached his hand through the veil of the structure that was transporting the god, beckoning them to take his hand and follow.