Amid the endless yellow sands, all he could see was yellow sand, as if they were sailing across a yellow sea. It felt vast and boundless, yet also made one feel insignificant.
This oasis was like an island in that boundless sea.
Lively, chaotic, yet brimming with life, it made people want to go in and take a closer look.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then there must be lots of delicious local specialties, right?" Sola's cheer interrupted Dawn's musings.
But after hearing Sola, Dawn could not help giving her a strange look.
If there was anyone who thought about food the moment they arrived somewhere new, it had to be the foodies of the Great Heavenly Dynasty from his previous life.
When they arrived somewhere novel, their first thought was always: Where can I find something good to eat? What local specialty can I try?
When they saw a strange new species, their first thought was always: I've never eaten this before? What's the best way to cook it?
When he looked at Rear Admiral Yak again, Dawn found the corners of his mouth twitching unnaturally as well. Clearly, he was quite helpless about the things a foodie like Sola focused on.
The oasis's buildings were predominantly earthy brown, and every structure here had thick mud walls.
Even from afar, they could see the uneven, rough mud walls outside the houses. The windows were small and few, buildings that completely sacrificed appearance for practicality.
These little earthen buildings did not look like much, but they were actually the product of decades of experimentation by the people living in this desert oasis.
During the day, the houses kept their interiors cool and reduced the heat entering from the sun. At night, they also prevented heat from escaping too quickly,