Chapter 1438: The Missing Number

The Ghost Market bustled with activity, far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Even though dawn was approaching, the Ghost Market remained crowded.

Sellers were eloquently advertising their wares, buyers were haggling relentlessly, the scene even livelier than during the evening.

"Hey monk, why are you following me?" A monk dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a string of Buddha Beads in his hand, impatiently waved at the Taoist in a monk's robe behind him. "I… I invited you to eat, I invited you to drink, yet you're still following me?"

"Seven Star Arhat, you're wearing my clothes!" The Taoist, with a head full of black hair, was dressed in an ill-fitting monk's robe and carried a rusted iron sword in his hand.

Anyone who didn't know better might think he was a lay disciple.

"Is everyone from the West Sea this unreasonable?" The Taoist looked helpless.