Wan Mingchuan complied, and sure enough, he quickly regained his vigor.
Jiang Yuan was delighted to learn something new again.
However, unlike them, he neither had a Mana Bar nor felt any Spiritual Energy or Yin Fiend energy, yet he didn't feel any discomfort.
Aside from a psychological effect, perhaps always feeling a bit damp and chilly in the Netherworld's air, there was no difference from the Mortal World.
"We're all regular customers, give us a discount!"
"Do you have Bone Marrow Grass today?"
"Move aside, please, I have a lot of things, don't rub against your clothes..."
...
It wasn't long before Jiang Yuan and the others arrived at the Ghost Market, and upon entering, his mysterious impression of it vanished completely.
In an instant, it seemed like he was seeing the early morning market at his hometown in the real world. The underground layers of the huge building were quite bright, with stalls casually set up along the sides, leaving narrow paths by default.
