Song Wen remained impassive, paying no further attention to the guards or the stall owner.
His expression unchanged, he passed by the guards and entered the Ghost Market.
But in his heart, he no longer held any hope for this Ghost Market.
Clearly, this Ghost Market was also under the Lin Clan's control.
And for some unknown reason, that stall owner had already sold him out to the Lin Clan.
Fortunately, before coming here, he had altered both his appearance and aura, and they had failed to recognize him.
Otherwise, he would have been delivering himself into the tiger's jaws today, a turtle trapped in a jar.
Although the few guards at the Ghost Market entrance posed no threat to him, all the guards in this Ghost Market were Void Refinement cultivators. There could not possibly be no Integrated Body Realm Cultivators secretly stationed here.
If he were trapped within a formation, with Heavenly Mountain City merely ten thousand li away and the Lin Clan's Mahayana cultivators able to come to their aid at any time, the danger would truly be impossible to predict.
To avoid exposing his identity, Song Wen did not inquire within the Ghost Market about any intelligence shops. In truth, even if he had asked, he likely would not have gotten any results.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Song Wen took a cursory stroll around the market, casually found a shop, disposed of several unremarkable spirit materials he had no use for, and then left the Ghost Market.
Emerging from the hazy mist, Song Wen soared into the air, pierced through the darkness, and sped away.
Yet he did not flee far away. After flying several thousand li, he concealed his aura and descended into the lush forest below. He traveled through the woods and returned to