It was barely dawn, and Chu Feng abruptly sat up from Black Horn's back, his nose twitching incessantly.
His sensitive nose was faintly assailed by a complex stench, like a pigsty also holding cattle and sheep, connected to a dry toilet's drain, making him want to sneeze.
Black Horn also noticed his movement and immediately said in a muffled voice, "Messenger, we're almost there!"
Chu Feng, rubbing his reddish-gray nose uncomfortably, asked, "How far away are we?"
"Distance?" Black Horn asked, puzzled.
Chu Feng then remembered that many from the Demon Clan lacked intelligence, barely managing to speak and having no direct concept of distance.
"How much longer will it take?"
Black Horn looked up at the sky and said naively, "When it's too bright to keep your eyes open, we'll be there."
Chu Feng also looked up and immediately understood his meaning.
The sun had just risen, and it would be another half to full hour before it was fully light.
