Soon, a responding neigh was faintly heard in the distance, and a brownish-yellow old horse galloped toward them with haste.
Before long, the two mounted the horse, and on the jostling back of the horse, they sped along the dirt road at full speed.
On the black plains, the sunset had all but one corner left exposed on the horizon.
Night was about to fall completely, and the light rain also began to taper off.
Li Chengyi sat on the horseback, continuously organizing the memories in his body.
In the year 179 of Shaoyin, the dynasty was corrupt, the Emperor indulged in pleasure, neglecting the affairs of state.
The situation in various places deteriorated, making life unbearable for the people.
The level of civilization in this place corresponded to the era of cold weapons.
But all of this wasn't really important.
What really felt significant to him was the frequent presence of various martial artists within Shaoyin Country.
