"Strange, with such good weather, why would there be snow?"
"So cold."
"Could it be a sign of injustice?"
Above the entire Ghost Market, a layer of tempered glass loomed.
The glass was incredibly sturdy, and moreover, it was cleaned daily.
So clean that, without close inspection, one would fail to notice its presence overhead.
However, while the glass could block the snow, it couldn't block the chilling cold.
Martial Artists, with their enhanced senses, quickly realized that something was amiss.
"Ha, could it be that the heavens are bestowing snow to celebrate my becoming the Manager of the Ghost Market?"
Defying Fate held his sword in one hand, after a brief moment of surprise, his expression returned to calm.
"Does anyone wish to challenge me?" He looked around, speaking with a hint of impatience, "Everyone's time is precious, come forward if you wish to! If no one answers the call, then I would ask Manager Ridge to announce the results!"
