Winter Supply Zone.
Heavy snow fell here year-round, and the cold winds were biting.
After leaving the airport, Feng Qi braved the goose-feather snow and led Mu Qing and Lü Yue toward the Winter Supply Zone.
He looked up at the sky.
Free of the city's light pollution, the night sky here was a breathtaking tapestry of stars. The Milky Way hung before them like a curtain of pearls, while the vast sea of stars seemed close enough to touch.
Feng Qi was no stranger to the Winter Supply Zone.
But to Mu Qing and Lü Yue, everything here felt incredibly novel, especially the scenery.
Far from the city's clamor, everything seemed quiet and natural.
"I thought the frontline was a cruel killing ground. I didn't expect it to have such beautiful scenery," Mu Qing murmured.
"You'll get used to it once you see enough of it," Feng Qi said with a smile.
After following the route toward the Supply Zone for a while, they arrived at a functional store.
When they pushed open the door, a wind chime rang.
The interior was heated, making it feel like an entirely different world from the cold outside.
Inside, countless weapons and pieces of equipment sat on the shelves. Many were covered in rust and clearly not brand-new.
Seeing those weapons, Lü Yue's expression changed slightly.
"I can sense many lingering auras on these weapons. It seems they had numerous owners."
Feng Qi nodded.
"You haven't seen the cruel side of the frontline yet. Most of the weapons displayed here passed through several owners. After their previous owners died, the weapons were put up for sale, and the money earned was sent to their families as additional compensation."
"I once stayed on the frontline for a long time. I saw one weapon