Reversing the last two characters of his own name to use the alias Feng An, Wang Anfeng, together with the deeply worried Tian Zhide, left the Divine Martial Mansion convoy and swiftly sprinted toward the direction of the northern inn.
The rare crimson horse was still grazing at Shaolin Temple while being used by Xue Qinshuang. Wang Anfeng was now riding a poor horse casually taken from the Divine Martial Mansion stables, valued at only five hundred silver, barely considered fit for running. It was far inferior to the standards of traveling eight hundred li by day and a thousand li by night.
However, at that moment, Tian Zhide continuously lashed his beloved horse without showing any signs of pain. The inferior horse Wang Anfeng rode seemed to understand his master's intent and did not dare to slack or lie down, straining its muscles to rush forward, its mane fluttering, momentarily displaying the vigor of a fiery steed.
