About two days later, Shi Xiaole, following this group of people, finally saw their main base that they had been talking about.
It was an odd city.
The city walls and the ground were all made of the same kind of wood, with no paint at all on the surface. Even the fabric of the clothes worn by the people in the city was vastly different from the outside world, as if they had used some method to weave it themselves.
As he passed several taverns, Shi Xiaole took a glance inside, and found that there was no wine, and most of the food was boiled, without a drop of oil.
"This is the only place in the Boundless Flower Prison that doesn't grow Transformation Flowers. Having food and shelter here is already pretty good."
In the crowd, the young man with the prominent ears seemed to have seen through Shi Xiaole's thoughts, and said.
Shi Xiaole nodded his head.