The horses from Beast Taming Peak had always been top-notch, likely because the horse business was a lucrative one.
They had truly put in the hard work when it came to breeding them.
The horse pulling Bai Mo's carriage had Demon Beast blood in its veins. It was in the prime of its life and moved so swiftly it seemed to generate its own wind.
Bai Mo didn't think it was any slower than the An family disciple's Shilongzi. After all, the Shilongzi had a massive body and was also pulling a carriage, which made it cumbersome.
As he drove the horse, he began to see more and more of his fellow disciples.
Occasionally, he'd spot someone looking lost and bewildered at a crossroads, clearly a disciple who hadn't returned to the sect in a long time.
One such bold, travel-worn disciple saw Bai Mo's carriage approaching and flagged him down.
"Could you give me a ride?"
Bai Mo had no objection.
"Please, get in."
