Today was a special time when the Yin Tide was bursting, and the ghosts in the Ghost Market must have sensed its occurrence, especially with the sudden appearance of the Four Ghost Generals. All signs indicated that the Netherworld was brewing some kind of conspiracy.
Given that, it was worth taking advantage of the situation.
If the ghosts in the Ghost Market were aware of something but didn't know the truth, there was a chance to deceive them successfully. However, if the ghosts were aware of what was happening or were completely oblivious to everything that was happening, it would mostly be in vain.
Fortunately, it seemed that Xiao Jie had gambled correctly this time. With Ye Luo's remarks, the theater troupe owner's face immediately changed.
"Lord Impermanence, don't joke with us. Our humble Ghost Market couldn't possibly accommodate someone of your stature. You must be unaware; I am only responsible for providing the venue, someone else is in charge of the performances."