Bai Qi returned to the County City, no longer riding a cart, but instead on Song Qiying's Wind Chasing Horse.
In front, he held Ah Di, behind him Xiaotou tagged along, the three on a horse, leisurely traveling down the winding village path.
The well-fed, strong, and shiny-maned tall horse made him appear even more spirited.
The leather-wrapped wooden saddle did indeed reduce some of the bumpy discomfort.
The mountain folks, peddlers, and charcoal sellers on the road quickly stepped aside when they saw him.
Because in their understanding, those who ride horses are "heroes" that you definitely shouldn't provoke.
The late autumn climate was becoming increasingly unbearable, the chill penetrating through the cotton clothing.
Bai Ming exhaled a hot breath, and said softly:
"Brother, so many people."
Bai Qi held the reins steady and nodded, saying:
