Chapter 7: Market Fear and Elders' Moves

"You hear? Black Masquerade Mother get one staff, use am kill Zixia Clan Elder's Obi True Person—even the soul no escape."

"Yes o, e scary. I hear Masquerade sect for Central Continent don vex, one big cultivator wey don hide for years don come out."

"What? Big cultivator—na perfected Spirit Heart be that? Black Masquerade Mother no go survive this one."

Inside the market, everybody dey look over shoulder. Even the town crier reduce him bell. The elders wey sit for obi, gossip begin hot, hands waving, eyes wide. Children quickly run inside, as if story fit catch dem. Fear, like cold harmattan breeze, touch every heart. For Umuola, when wahala dey, the ground dey feel it first.