By evening, Yang Yao had finally finished handling everything and returned to the Six Gates with the main force.
However, everyone was beaming with joy.
After all, they had wiped out the entire Ghost Market this time and gained quite a few benefits.
After returning to the Six Gates, Old Man Mo came over.
"Yang Yao, how did things go?"
Hearing this, Yang Yao smiled and said,
"Old Man Mo, rest assured, nothing can go wrong! With me here, there won't be any accidents. It's only a Ghost Market—nothing much.
After this, I've basically crippled all those people. The Ghost Market can be considered completely finished.
From today onward, there will be no more Ghost Market!
However, the Lord of the Ghost Market really did have some skills. He ran incredibly fast.
He caught even me off guard.
But it's not a big problem. I've already found his trail. It won't be long before we find him!"
Old Man Mo smiled and nodded upon hearing this, then said,
"That's good, that's good! Cough, cough, cough... Cough, cough, cough..."
Old Man Mo suddenly coughed several times.
Seeing Old Man Mo like this, Yang Yao asked worriedly,
"Old Man Mo, are you all right?"
Old Man Mo waved his hand, his face full of desolation as he said,
"This old man is fine. It's just an old ailment. In that battle years ago, I suffered severe injuries.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here to retire.
I suppose I'll never have a chance to return to the Capital again!"
At this point, Old Man Mo sighed, wearing a bitter smile.
Seeing this, Yang Yao asked curiously,
"Old Man Mo, what exactly happened to you? Did you offend someone?"
Hearing this, Old Man Mo gave Yang Yao a complicated look before finally saying with