Xue Wei and Lan were told to stay within the carriage all the way to the mayor's manor. While he could not exist, he saw the city's conditions clearly as they drove through the streets.
The Ghost Realm, at least what he had seen so far, was desolate and harsh. The city was not much better. The houses were dilapidated, and it seemed as if they would come crashing down at any moment.
The ghosts were all wearing worn-out clothes; their movements were not energetic or full of passion, but slow and dragging, as if their life itself was a chore.
The more Xue Wei saw, the more puzzled he became. What was the purpose of the Ghost Realm?
It seemed pointless for this realm to exist. There was no pleasure, no happiness, nothing else than chasing after the strongest peak, and staying conscious for as long as possible, not allowing anyone to consume them.