The square wooden plaques delivered into their hands were engraved with the numbers '32' and '33' respectively.
"The numbers should indicate the order of arrival. More than thirty people have already arrived before us. Some powerful figures probably communicated with the Bodhi Patriarch beforehand and entered Sand China early. Ghost Mound is most likely among them as well. Zhang Chen, do you want to speak with him about the ghost shadow?"
"Not for now. Let's find somewhere to stay first."
Zhang Chen did indeed need to speak with Ghost Mound about the ghost shadow, but now was not the time. He had his own plans.
"It seems Bodhi's disciples aren't all bald monks. The people running these shops are ordinary living beings. To restore Sand China, which had been buried in dust for thousands of years and long devoid of life, to its former flourishing state... Bodhi truly has some methods. Brother Zhang Chen, let's find a somewhat secluded inn. A poorer environment doesn't matter. Peace and quiet are what matter to us, right?"
"Mm."
Rather than walking through the bustling streets, the two chose quieter alleys and headed directly toward the edge of Sand China. Along the way, they did not encounter any acquaintances from Ling's Realm. After all, only around thirty people were currently scattered throughout such an enormous city, and out of courtesy, no one would casually spread their senses to track others.
Sand China's architectural style resembled ancient Persia at the height of its culture. Every building was formed from condensed fine sand.
The closer they came to the outskirts, the fewer lively sounds there were on the streets. When the two emerged from an alley and returned to the road, there were fewer than five shops on the entire street. However, there was a quiet