A city bus pulled up gradually in front of Alexander and Edward. The bus was nondescript, mirroring the aesthetic of the city itself. Nothing about it seemed particularly special.
The number "38" emblazoned on the front signaled that this was the very bus Alexander had been inquiring about while chatting with the Ghost Kings at the dining hall.
The bus was brimming with over twenty locals, packing it to the rafters.
"Could everyone please move further in? Shift towards the back!" A woman in her thirties, holding a green purse, called out loudly. Clearly, she was the ticket seller on the bus.
The vehicle itself felt like something out of the 1950s. The passengers too, dressed in more retro attire compared to the locals Alexander had previously encountered.
But that wasn't surprising. The Cangshan City instance was a conundrum of cycles within cycles.
