The jade slip projected an image of Li Yunjing displaying his divine might in the Ghost Moon Kingdom. Purple qi faintly rose above his head-the unmistakable sign of immense fortune.
"Are you saying..."
Wei Henian's breathing suddenly quickened.
"I'll defy heaven and rewrite your fate!"
Mo Wentian pushed a blood-red jade slip toward him. "In exchange, you need only do three things for me in the future, Fellow Daoist Wei."
The private room suddenly grew terrifyingly quiet.
Wei Henian stared at the jade slip, the struggle in his eyes growing ever more intense.
"What an extraordinary method of borrowing fortune!"
He suddenly snatched up the jade slip and pressed it against his forehead. A moment later, he burst into laughter. "Li Yunjing, oh, Li Yunjing, you would never imagine..."
Before he could finish, lightning flashed and thunder rolled outside the window.
"Since you've made your decision, Fellow Daoist Wei, I shall take my leave."
Mo Wentian's expression shifted slightly. He rose and cupped his hands. "Remember, only heaven and earth know of this..."
A bolt of lightning struck a corner of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion's eaves, sending tiles clattering down.
By the time the lightning faded, Mo Wentian had vanished from the private room. Only the flask of immortal wine remained on the table, giving off its enticing fragrance.
"Li Yunjing, this time I'll borrow your fortune and forge a grand path all the way to heaven!"
Wei Henian clenched the jade slip tightly, flames of madness burning in his eyes.
The next day, Wei Henian disguised himself and went to the Ghost Market, following the address left in the jade slip.
The Ghost Market lay hidden deep within the filthiest slums of the City of Glory and opened only at midnight on the fifteenth of each month.
Previously, there