With that question in mind, Su Jiu continued, "So who exactly are you?"
The leader looked rather smug. "We're from the Ghost Market."
At his mention of the Ghost Market, both Yin Yin's and A-Yu's expressions changed.
Yet Su Jiu's and Chu Luohen's faces remained utterly unchanged.
The leader could not help wondering whether this was their first visit to the Yin River Continent. Why else would they react like that upon hearing the Ghost Market's name?
Before he could give it any more thought, however, the girl named A-Yu demanded, fierce on the outside but fearful within, "As far as we're concerned, our well water has never mingled with the Ghost Market's river water. Why are you trying to wipe us out?"
Yin Yin tapped A-Yu's forehead. "Silly girl. They may have plenty of experts, but they also have plenty of people who take money to do others' bidding."
At this point, Yin Yin changed tack and looked at the ghost cultivators opposite them. "So who sent you?"
The leader snorted. "Since the Ghost Market accepts these sorts of assignments, we would never divulge our employer's name."
Su Jiu nodded silently, then instantly hurled out the golden vortex that had been swirling in her hand.
Wherever the golden vortex passed, ghost qi and yin qi dissipated completely.
In the end, even the leader died within the formation, his face still bearing traces of disbelief in his final moments. He seemed unable to believe that an outsider would actually dare attack people from the Ghost Market.
Soon, everything fell silent.
Still shaken, Yin Yin and A-Yu watched Su Jiu retrieve the golden vortex and could not help swallowing hard. That thing was nothing short of a deadly weapon against ghost cultivators.
A-Yu sounded a little displeased. "Why did you kill