Outside the Ghost Market, a sneaky fat figure was swiftly setting something up.
"Dare to steal from this Daoist, it's like stealing from your ancestors! Let me teach you a lesson so you'll understand the power of this Daoist!"
He grumbled as he planted the last array flag into the ground.
Then, he hid and waited for the cultivator who had stolen from him to leave the Ghost Market.
Sure enough, as he expected, the cultivator he had been waiting for emerged, identical in both clothing and mask.
"Hehe, you're unlucky to have run into this Daoist!"
The Divine Calculator rubbed his hands and chuckled expectantly.
As Chen Nan passed through the must-take path that led out of the withered forest, the Divine Calculator suddenly leaped out.
"Little thief, return what you stole from this Daoist..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the Divine Calculator suddenly felt a gust of wind whip by his ears, accompanied by rumbling sounds of thunder.
