As night fell, the lanterns of the Ghostlight Market rose again, as they had through countless turnings of day…
As night fell, the lanterns of the Ghostlight Market rose again, as they had through countless turnings of day and night. Yet the wanderer who once recklessly stumbled into this place has not returned for a long, long time.
Lu wondered if the hero had gone off into the jianghu. Was the jianghu a fun place? And where exactly was it?
"Then let's go ask!" Fu cried out.
The three ran into the Ghostlight Market and asked Niu Tou. Niu Tou replied, "The jianghu? It's just a chaotic brawl of clashing sabers and swords."
Lu shook her head. That didn't sound like any fun at all.
Then they asked Granny Yin. Granny Yin said, "Why, this place right here is the jianghu."
Shou shook her head. "Here? Does the Ghostlight Market count as the jianghu?"
The Dao Lords went to the teahouse to listen to storytelling. Mr. Ghost was there again, telling of the great war with the Khitan, of Chief Zhu, and of the spectral soldiers of the Ghostlight Market.
The Dao Lords nodded. "Oh, right, we know that part. This really is the jianghu! But sir, aren't people of the jianghu always coming and going without a trace? Why have the spectral soldiers stayed here all this time?"
Mr. Ghost said, "Most likely, their final wishes remain unfulfilled."
"What wishes?"
Mr. Ghost replied, "Perhaps they never lived to see..."