Sometimes, when the two horses encounter a high spot and dare not jump down, they whinny loudly for Yang Zhenshan to help.
Yang Zhenshan feels helpless and can only catch them from below.
After catching the two horses from a cliff, Yang Zhenshan said somewhat gloomily, "I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't have brought you two along!"
Whinny whinny~~
Red Cloud cried out discontentedly at him, as if saying we didn't want to follow anyway.
As evening approached, the two reached a town nearby, which seemed to be a market town, but Yang Zhenshan was not sure of the specific name.
Just as they were about to enter the town over the last hill, they suddenly saw several figures in the distance, seemingly in battle.
The distance was too far to see clearly, but they could make out that those people's cultivation was not low.
"What is that?" Yu Qingyi asked somewhat puzzled.
Yang Zhanshan took out the telescope, "It seems like Innate Martial Artists!"
