Listening to the inn waiter's indignant description, Yang Qingyuan and Wangquan Zui exchanged glances.
"You're saying these sandstorms are being stirred up by demons from the Yellow Wind Ridge outside the city?"
Yang Qingyuan took a casual sip of the local Yellow Wind Ridge specialty "fine wine," which still had grains of sand settled at the bottom of the bowl. He then calmly placed a few copper coins on the table, signaling the waiter to continue.
Chapter 36