Ghost Market

Once these "ancients" emerged and paid their respects to Luo Yunji, they scattered in all directions, curious about everything and pointing out sights while chatting away with great delight.

They had been out in the Two Mountains before, but that place could hardly compare to the prosperity of the Imperial City. As for Sanfu Town, they had never been there either.

Watching them in their joyful state, Luo Yunji smiled happily as well, wandering aimlessly along with the "flow of people."

"If only there were a stove. I could heat up some snacks for you to taste."

"I miss the days when I used to set up a street stall."

"Me too. I wonder how much of my dough-sculpting craft I still remember!"

Listening to them discuss their past lives, Liao Xing felt a strange sense of sorrow and sadness for them, though he did not know why.

"You can give it a try; just tell me what you need. If it's possible, I will have everything prepared by tomorrow night."

Liao Xing's words made the ghosts freeze for a moment, and then they all looked toward Luo Yunji with faces full of anticipation.

Luo Yunji nodded with an indifferent expression.

The ghosts cheered one after another, swarming toward Liao Xing and chattering all at once about the items they required.

There was no heart left to continue strolling through the streets. They hurried back to the Prince's Mansion to tally up the needs for the next day, all looking forward to the arrival of the following night.

The next day, before heading to school, Liao Xing handed the prepared list to Steward Wang, instructing him to get everything ready before he returned from his studies.

Luo Yunji was quite expectant, but Zhang Xiaofan remained tense, fearing that some