"What's wrong?"
Upon hearing the noise outside, Fang Zheng immediately spoke up. Of course, the carriage wasn't equipped with the high-tech ability of autopilot—the coachman was a young lad sent by Clark named Garrison, quite a clever fellow. Because of his young age, he had not previously been on the frontline in battle but had instead been responsible for logistical work at the rear, thus he was uninjured. His clever nature and familiarity with the terrain made Clark choose him to take charge of driving the carriage.
"It's like this, the outpost seems a bit... off..."
"The outpost?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, then he stepped out of the carriage and walked over to the coachman's side. Seeing him approaching, the keen young man immediately nodded respectfully towards him, then pointed ahead.
"Master, you see..."
