Chapter 1799 Rivera's Cloud - Part 1

• In the gritty underworld, a good-looking guy sauntered into the tavern, an old plank slung over his shoulder. He casually waved and called out, "Hey, give me two Never Ending Pasta Bowls—one with cheese, one without."
• The other patrons gave him odd looks. A ghost chowing down on two hefty servings of Never Ending Pasta Bowl? That's a big meal and not exactly on the cheap side.
• Meanwhile, a one-eyed ghost cultivator's curiosity sparked in a shadowy corner as he observed the young man with the old plank.