The massive alloy gate slowly rose with a deep rumble.
Fang Qingyu ignored the discussions of the guards on the watchtower, calmly pulling Jiang Wei along as they walked into the Ashen Outpost.
Upon entering the outpost, a cacophony mixed with various odors came rushing at them.
Unlike the grotesque luxury of Starfire Castle, the interior of Ashen Outpost appeared more rugged and chaotic.
The streets were narrow, lined with shops and residences built from containers, scrap metal sheets, dimly lit, and the air filled with the smell of motor oil, cheap fuel, and low-quality alcohol.
Various explorers dressed in bizarre outfits with imposing auras moved through the streets.
However, when Fang Qingyu, shirtless and holding Jiang Wei's hand, appeared on the main street, the originally bustling environment quieted down considerably.
Countless eyes focused on them like searchlights.
