The other two had also been on the battlefield and knew that getting lost on the grassland was typical. They thought Aluba really must be a professional shepherd, as he often just crouched on the ground to look at something indiscernible before solemnly following the trail. Moreover, he always managed to find some messy stuff that was even cooler than the Flying Horse Army's hawk sentinels and Shuofang Army's falcons—He seemed right at home. With such high efficiency, it was only a matter of time before they found the main force of the Flying Horse Army, naturally leaving no room for doubt.
Thus, as they sped across the grassland on their Flying Horses, swift as the wind and as quick as lightning, traveling day and night, the three of them reached the foot of Yin Mountain that very evening.
