Shouma people, having been caught with evidence, could only agree to pass the message for Sun Wukong and his party.
Soon after, they obtained permission, and the group walked into the city.
This city is Shouma Country, centered around a magnificent palace, surrounded by densely packed houses, with tea houses, taverns, and pawnshops on the streets, bustling with people.
"They have shadows."
Passersby on the street stopped to look over at Sun Wukong and his companions.
"They are outsiders."
The curious Shouma people sized them up, causing Immortal Zhenyuan to slightly frown.
"The people here are quite isolated."
He said: "But the city is not bad."
"Uh-huh."
Sun Wukong nodded.
He too thought the city was good, very much in the style of the Shouma people.
Shouma people walked without sound, so copper bells were hung on the doors of shops on either side of the road, tinkling "ding ding dong dong" when someone passed by.
But the city itself should just be a regular city.
