"Li Yan?"
The young man inside the small building had obviously heard of him but was filled with doubt, "What evidence do you have?"
Immediately, a frail and weak voice also came from within the building, "No need for doubt... he is Li Yan..."
Li Yan's eyes lit up, "Wu Qianbei? Is that you?"
Clatter~
The sound of the locking mechanism echoed from inside the building, and on the side wall of the originally intact wooden structure, a small basket-style wooden compartment slowly descended.
Inside the compartment sat two people.
One was dressed in tattered clothes, hair withered and white; he was the 'living Yin messenger' Old Man Wu from the Ghost Market.
His face had the ashen hue of poisoning, a black line snaking down his neck as he was barely breathing.
