The abrupt change in scenery left Zheng Xiu with a deadpan expression, and he couldn't help but tap his own head.
"You idiot."
Seeing this, Xie Luohe couldn't help but chuckle, chiding him with a laugh, "The town was left behind by those who came before us."
"Those who came before?"
Through Xie Luohe's explanation, Zheng Xiu came to understand the origin of the buildings before him.
It was the same group of people who had established the Green River trade route.
After opening the Green River trade route, they arrived at Richan Valley and settled here for a time.
They brought the culture of Daqian here—its writing, clothing, traditions, and ceremonies. This was also why the Sun Tribe, despite having their own unique dialect, could speak the language of Daqian.
The flat streets were paved with finely polished stones.
The oasis paradise had virtually become a small town.
Streets, roads, alleys, and wells were all laid out in an orderly fashion.
