Yellow Springs Ghost Market, bustling with spirits and ghosts.
Chen Xu mused over the path to immortality, showing no trace on his face, yet waves surged within his heart.
His eye was on that piece of withered branch-like remnant of the [Innate Spirit Root]. The old man at the stall did not recognize this object, and the surrounding ghosts only regarded it as deadwood and rotten branches.
Chen Xu wanted to obtain it, but the more he desired it at times like this, the more he needed to keep his cool.
The ghosts pushed and shoved, watching the spectacle and commotion from not far away.
The world of ghosts can sometimes be lonely too. In the city of unjust deaths, there are no markets, no sunrise, only endless eerie winds and howling cries night after night.
