Thunk!
The mount beneath him snorted uneasily, its galloping steps became hesitant.
Zhang Yuan gently patted its neck, soothing its unease.
This fine horse was raised by the Upper Scenic Celestial Beast Taming Workshop, and likely infused with the Spiritual Qi within the mountain gate, possessing a bit of spirituality, far more intelligent and keen than an ordinary mount.
It had clearly sensed the danger ahead.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan's gaze swept across the desolate plain, seeing the shadows of people under the cover of night in the distance.
They were dense, swarming over the mountains, their steps faltering, like living corpses!
Some were even holding torches aloft at the forefront, shouting to rally those behind them.
It was actually thousands of roving bandits!
But in Zhang Yuan's view, these people sweeping towards the trade team's direction were more like refugees than bandits.
They were the starving, the disaster-stricken!
