It's the kind of horse you can't quite describe how good it is, but it just feels comfortable—like someone used to driving a fifty-thousand car getting to drive a five-hundred-thousand car, something like that.
It was only when it was time to eat that Bubaker looked at the time and urged Lade to finally stop completely.
Getting off the horse and walking slowly with the puffing horse in tow, Lade asked a nearby attendant in their local dialect, and after the attendant responded, he was a bit surprised: "Did we just run 60 kilometers?"
He asked Bubaker, who recalled his previous experience riding here before saying, "About that far."
"Then this horse is really fast!" Lade remarked. "And its endurance is really impressive, I feel it could easily run another such trip!"
Yan Fei chuckled, "You weigh a bit less; look at the horse I'm riding. It tires much more quickly."
Lade glanced at Yan Fei's horse and shook his head: "No, it's just that your horse isn't as good as mine!"
