After searching the mountain for a while without finding any trace of horses, Tang Jinghong surveyed the surroundings, which were eerily silent. "Are there really horses in these mountains?"
Chu Qingzhi spoke uncertainly, "I thought there were before, but it seems there might not be any herds here. Let's keep looking a bit more. If we still can't find any, we'll just have to buy them from a stable tomorrow." She then extended her spiritual sense to its maximum range.
Tang Jinghong didn't disturb Chu Qingzhi and just watched her quietly. The moonlight fell on her face, casting delicate shadows from her long eyelashes.
"Jinghong, let's go this way," Chu Qingzhi said, leading Tang Jinghong in a new direction.
The two of them moved swiftly through the forest, with Chu Qingzhi deliberately slowing down to stay alongside Tang Jinghong. They flew gracefully, their figures light as swallows.
