Lin Feng could not change the will of others.
He could only adhere to his own will.
Whipping the horse, Lin Feng moved quickly along the road he had come from.
The spiritual horse seemed to understand its master's thoughts and accelerated its steps.
Seeing the spiritual horse running so diligently, Lin Feng felt a twinge of sympathy.
He thought to himself that once he returned, he would definitely feed this spiritual horse with some high-quality fodder. For Lin Feng, high-quality meant at least spiritual-grade immortal herbs.
After eating such immortal herbs, the spiritual horses would grow and their grade would improve.
Although Lin Feng wanted to go to Qingling Realm, given the current situation, it was impossible for him to go. After all, the gate to Qingling was now closed, and it wasn't feasible for him to go directly to Qingling, abandoning the people of Peace City.
