Three days later, amidst a rich mountain forest.
A light rain had been falling continuously.
A group of gallant black steeds raced through the forest, leaving behind beautiful flame flowers wherever their hooves landed.
Previously, at Cloud Sea Cliff, Lu Ran had at least witnessed the sunset.
Since returning to Langhua Village and leading his team southward, the sky had been shrouded in dark clouds with intermittent drizzle over the past few days.
Oppression was palpable.
"Neigh~"
Up ahead, a woman in a straw raincoat rushed forward, gently stroking the mane of the fine steed.
The Black Fire Colt was incredibly spirited; its hooves pounded the ground as its front legs rose high, neighing with pride.
A bunch of flame flowers ultimately bloomed at the cliff's edge.
Deng Yuxiang rode her horse, blade in hand, and looked southward, her eyebrows raised.
The distant mountainscape had changed.
