Xu Yang left the Ghost Tower, but he didn't let his guard down. The two Half-Spirit Weapons he had just traded were from the Song Family, and the Spirit Iron was from the Purple Sun Sect. He couldn't afford any slip-ups.
After weaving through several alleys and changing his clothes, he noticed no one was following him. He thought he was safe and that the Ghost Tower hadn't had any ill intentions.
But as he exited another alley, he felt a prying gaze from behind. It felt somewhat familiar—it was the same man from the Ghost Tower who had been carrying the tray earlier.
'How did he catch up to me?'
He spread his Heart Spirit and saw that the man from the Ghost Tower had changed his appearance. He was wearing a human-skin mask and carrying an iron cage with a mouse inside.
'So they really are planning to rob me blind,' Xu Yang sneered.
'Three stalks of Spirit Medicine, and the Ghost Tower is already willing to throw away its reputation.'
