Owen Bertram's Command Token and the Ghost Zone were inherently related, and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea and his four subordinates had already merged themselves into the Ghost Zone as well. Therefore, both of them could clearly perceive any changes in the Ghost Zone.
The Honored Lord arrived early today, just as the sky turned dark.
The Ghost Market also began to "liven up" around this time, as various spirits, creatures, and specters continuously poured in from the surrounding desolate mountains and rivers.
At this time, some spirits like zombies were still not willing to venture out, so it must be Midnight Moon Bright, the busiest time in the Ghost Zone.
The Lord of the Skeleton Sea felt uncertain: how many more could there be? It's just a marketplace, after all, with everyone bargaining and haggling; what's the point? How could it compare to the exhilarating bloodlust of the ancient battlefield, which made one's blood boil and body expand with excitement?
