On this morning, a tall figure walked towards the Langfeng Ferry of Zhuxi County.
The man wore a bamboo hat, and a single blade hung at his waist.
His steps were leisurely, exuding a majestic aura.
Yet, strangely, despite such a prominent aura, as he walked through the busy ferry, he did not attract the slightest attention from the passersby.
He walked silently, like a wisp of wind by the ferry, a speck of dust in the red dust, naturally, as if he were one with heaven and earth.
Only the eyes beneath the bamboo hat, faintly glimmering with a ghostly light, carried a slight sense of discord, revealing the extraordinary nature of this man.
This was clearly no ordinary person.
No, he wasn't even human!
He was the Yanglin Ghost King, who had cleaved through the Yin and Yang at the Yellow Springs Ghost Market.
