Two days later.
Through the endless northwestern wastelands, across boundless expanses of flat sand, devoid of human life, with withered grass and broken tumbleweeds, the mournful cries of wild geese pierced the desolation.
A streak of red brilliance flitted by, heading straight for the border of Yan Country.
It was a gigantic flying bird, its entire body pulsating with strands of red arc light, burning like flames, its wings spread so wide they seemed to eclipse the sun and intimidate the world.
This was indeed the exotic beast, Honghu.
An Jing sat cross-legged on the back of the Honghu, circulating his True Qi to shield against the fierce cold wind ahead.
Zhao Qingmei's jade arms were tightly wrapped around An Jing's waist from behind; her fullness and softness rubbed against him incessantly, causing his mind to wander restlessly.
An Jing said softly, "Once we pass the border ahead, we will soon reach Dongluo Pass."
