At a place ten thousand miles from the gorge stood a city.
This city was built beside the Black Water Pond, shrouded in perpetual darkness. To the Ghost Race, it was considered an invaluable site of blessing.
This was the realm of the Youhuan Ghost King, who controlled tens of thousands of miles of territory and commanded over a dozen Ghost Masters.
At this moment,
Youhuan City was abuzz with activity. A dozen merchant caravans, drawn by ghost horses and shadow oxen, arrived in grand procession, bringing with them a myriad of rare treasures.
Without exception, these merchant caravans came from the Ghost Masters under the Ghost King's command, under the pretense of paying tribute.
But only those Ghost Masters truly understood what this supposed "tribute" actually meant.
Among the treasures brought, the most abundant were various living souls.
In this ghostly realm, living souls had become a form of hard currency akin to money.
