Shen Yuan's words instantly turned the breakfast stall owner's initially cheerful face, stone cold.
The bustling market, in an instant, plunged into eerie silence. Countless eyes focused on Shen Yuan, his twisted figure reflected in their hollow gaze.
The Maine Coon cat was carefully studying its surroundings, growls of warning resonating from its throat while its fur shimmered with a metallic hue.
But Shen Yuan seemed oblivious to his surroundings.
He wasn't bothered by the unfolding drama.
No doubt the Ghost Market was fraught with issues.
Though it had exhibited no overt aggression yet, the twilight illusion and the strange market were testaments to the Ghost Market's specialty.
Conventional means could not contain it. The blockade by the Zhennan Army and Shen Yuan's deliberate attempts at evasion had not been able to free them from the influence of the Ghost Market.
All these facts seemed to portray the Ghost Market as immensely powerful.
