The Tray Ghost trembled all over with excitement.
It mustered all its strength and shouted: "Ghost friend, this is the Yanling Ghost King, it's the Yanling Ghost King!"
But it didn't realize that its voice was actually very small and soft.
So small that, even though Chen Xu heard it, he seemed to not care much.
The Tray Ghost was so anxious, wishing it could grow ten thousand and eight hundred hands to push Chen Xu, to shake him awake, urging him to seriously listen to what it said.
But Chen Xu had already arrived opposite the Yin Yang Infinite Scale with the Yanling Ghost King.
The immense Yin Yang Infinite Scale appeared at least ten zhang high, with a column standing like an ancient monument in the very center of the vast Ghost Market.
Connecting the dimly lit sky, with Yin and Yang pans on the left and right.
Dark golden chains hung down from the boundless sky, connecting the left and right pans, seemingly carrying an eternal constant.
