C144 Old Ghost

Half-immortal Sun's finger twitched, and the talisman paper mysteriously ignited, but instead of a bright yellow flame, it was an eerie pale white.

As he continued his incantations, the flame grew larger, swelling to the size of a fist with a flick of his wrist.

"Go!"

The white fire shot from his hand, hurtling toward Hsiao Yi.

Onlookers in the ghost market merely spectated