Nowadays, Xia Jin has only one task: guard East Market Street and prevent Tattoo Evil Ghosts from entering the street searching for the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.
After Xia Jin left, the young man mounted his donkey again. His purpose for coming to East Market Street was simple—find the East Mountain Fox Lady who had been missing for nearly twenty years.
"Ah-ee... Ah-ee."
The donkey brayed a couple of times, carrying its master on a stroll through East Market Street.
...
"This silk scarf of yours looks stunning. With an eye as sharp as yours, help me pick one too."
Yun Ziliang eyed Zhou Xuan's blue silk scarf enviously.
"No need to pick; just wear a red one—it'll boost your fortune," Zhou Xuan pulled a small stool and sat beside Yun Ziliang, saying, "Last night, I not only dreamed of Peng Sheng but also saw six tattoo maps."
"..."
Yun Ziliang's facial features scrunched up into a knot—what a dreamer, indeed.
