"The esteemed guest jests; there is but one person in the Bliss Ghost Market who sells innate divine objects, and that is this humble one."
The portly man answered, his face still bearing a smile.
"Then what about the Ghost Market you mentioned earlier in the Inner City?"
Zhang Jing's tone carried a trace of doubt. He couldn't help but quickly recall everything he had seen along the journey, and with a flash of insight, he ventured to ask, "Wait, so the Immortal City actually has only one Bliss Ghost Market?"
"Indeed."
The portly man nodded his head, seeming to explain patiently due to the status of the person before him:
"As the esteemed guest has said, there is indeed only one Bliss Ghost Market, and it is here. The Ghost Market in the Outer City is nothing but a shadow."
"A shadow... a projection? I see."
Zhang Jing understood in his heart.