Under the light of the setting sun, Ye Jingcheng descended from Puppet Mountain. Now that he knew the specific reasons, he felt somewhat relieved. At the very least, he wasn't completely in the dark anymore. Looking at the distant market, a long-lost desire to stroll through it unexpectedly welled up within him.
After all, he calculated that it had been over sixty years since he last visited. His previous visit a few days ago had been too rushed due to the Hegu Sect's matters. Disguising himself as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he walked into the market. Compared to before, the number of cultivators in the Xiaoshan Market had decreased significantly.
The entire market had become rather deserted, and the bustling atmosphere of the past had faded considerably. The pedestrians on the street hurried about, lacking their former sense of leisure. It seemed they were all somewhat fearful of the new Mansion Master.
