Lu Zhiyu crossed the streets of Enlightenment City. They had built a defense wall outside the original oasis and the Jujube Forest had become even larger, plentiful and substantial fruits growing on the trees.
The magic radio in the shop on the street played the channel from the Pusuote region. The soprano was melodious and pleasing to the ears. The sand-colored stone buildings seemed to have camouflaged and fused with the desert until they were one. The sand on the ground was hot, yet the people in the city seldom wore shoes.
Lu Zhiyu walked along the spacious road and through the town square, arriving at the Temple of Fate. Most of the priestesses in the temple were women wearing black robes and veils. The thin robes couldn't conceal the graceful figures of the Batko women. But any believer who arrived there dared not have any frivolous or evil thoughts toward them.
