The asphalt road paved by Seven Cities outside the city walls only stretched from the city gate to the lookout tower. Beyond that point lay no smooth pavement, but a dirt road pressed down with crushed gravel.
After the vehicle convoy passed the lookout tower, its speed slowed slightly, though it still maintained forty miles per hour. The vehicles gradually began to bump along, driving another few hundred meters before turning to the right.
Fang Qingze withdrew his gaze from the lookout tower and instinctively reached out to steady himself on the interior grab handle.
Chapter 142