The tremors under their feet became increasingly stronger. The people on the horses all put their hands to their mouths and made those whistling sounds.
The whistling sounds gradually melded together and became even sharper than the sound of the yaks' trampling. Before long, the trembling under their feet gradually disappeared. Then, the herd of yaks showed up, visibly calmed down at this point.
Su Ying turned her head and saw the black yaks with their large eyes as round as copper coins standing quietly not far away. If not for their heavy panting, one would have overlooked their presence.
Su Ying raised her eyebrows. These people herded their yaks well.
Zhang Nuo released the young man and stood up from the ground. He even extended a helping hand to the young man.
The young man glared at him and slapped his hand away. "You don't have to pretend to be a good person."
