Yang Zhenshan arrived at the grassland to the south, where the green, lush meadow was interspersed with many nameless wildflowers. A gentle breeze swept by, forming verdant waves in the grassland.
Yang Zhenshan looked into the distance and whistled.
The prolonged whistle echoed throughout the space, and after a short while, rhythmic hoofbeats could be heard.
Yang Zhenshan looked toward the sound and saw a dozen young horses burst out from the orchard in the west.
Upon seeing Yang Zhenshan, these horses seemed exceptionally excited, galloping at full strength towards him.
Within a few breaths, they arrived in front of Yang Zhenshan.
Neigh~~
The horses neighed joyfully, and Yang Zhenshan reached out to stroke the two that had approached.
"You've been stealing my fruit again!"
"There's so much grass to eat, and still, you go nibble on the fruits!"
Yang Zhenshan said somewhat helplessly.
