"Sister Hua, let's go..."
Ye Wan bent down to scoop up Wen Duoyu and put him in Tan Shuanghua's arms, then patted the horse's head.
The two horses galloped away towards the Namu Mongolian yurt.
Tan Shuanghua glanced back at the buzzing drone following them, lowered her voice, and asked Ye Wan, "Sister Wan, are we still looking for that Eastern Divine Bird?"
"Of course."
Ye Wan laughed and said, "Soon you'll see."
Although Tan Shuanghua didn't know what trick Ye Wan was hiding, seeing her so confident, she felt sure everything would be fine.
Above was the pitch-black night sky.
The cold wind whistled past their ears.
The fast-running horses gave a feeling that their faces were almost frozen, yet their hearts were boiling.
After just over ten minutes, the group saw a gleam of light within their sight.
A grill and bonfire had been set up in the Namu Mongolian yurt, with Big Sister Namu offering mare's milk wine to the female guests and the show's staff.
