The transfer plaza of the Star of Africa isn't large; it's messy, rugged, and worn, clearly neglected in management—according to the intelligence Wang Jie gathered, the Star of Africa has no sanitation workers or civil servants. The only official personnel here are the Earth Puppets, resembling clumps of dirt.
They are the guards, shop clerks, and protectors and enforcers of this city; they are the true masters of all beings here.
After five years, travelers to the Star of Africa have long understood the unprovokable nature of these clumps of dirt. Fortunately, they do not concern themselves with general matters—here, generally refers to anything apart from violations of law and order.
The Star of Africa, rather than a gathering place, is essentially a super large trading market.
