Duan Rong returned from Black Tiger Ridge, just as dawn was breaking.
The trip took a heavy toll on him, and he almost ran the chestnut horse to death; in the morning, the old man verifying the horse at the carriage shop had a sullen face and earmarked half of the deposit.
Previously, when he went to Wild Boar Forest, although he ran the horse until its mouth foamed, there was always a few days interval between entering and leaving, allowing the horse to rest.
This time, however, he ran back and forth overnight. Moreover, the carriage shop's horses aren't truly fine steeds, incomparable to those of the Escort Team.
Even though half of the deposit was deducted, Duan Rong didn't want to argue, so he accepted it, touching his nose in resignation.
After all, it's not worth causing trouble for a bit of silver and exposing one's own whereabouts.
Leaving the carriage shop, Duan Rong put it behind him, crossed the street, and sat down at a beef soup stall on the opposite side.
