He walked out of the shop, striding toward the way he'd come.
The clang of chains echoed around him, and in the next second, he saw chains shooting out, blocking his path.
Chain after chain, curling like spirit snakes, spiraled toward him.
The Yang Energy collided with the chains, hissing sharply.
Ahead, several people in wide-brimmed bamboo hats and black robes, holding chains, blocked his way.
Kong Er came running from behind, sprinting and shouting as he ran.
"What are you doing? This is Lord Zhu's honored guest!"
Kong Er rushed to Wen Yan's side, bowing and apologizing repeatedly.
"Brother Wen, these are the Ghost Market guards. The shopkeeper just now must've secretly called them over. They're not doing this on purpose..."
Wen Yan didn't stop, continuing to walk along the way he came.
"They're blocking me—not slapping my face, but slapping Senior Zhu's face.
I give Senior Zhu face, but there are people here who don't. Don't blame me, then.
I'm in a hurry."
