"Follow him to the Spirit Beast Garden."
A martial master dressed in the clothing of an odd-jobber approached Chu Zheng, flashing a smile:
"Come with me."
Chu Zheng understood; this was clearly the assignment of positions.
The distribution of tasks to other odd-jobbers was also swiftly completed, and accompanying Chu Zheng to the Spirit Beast Garden were two other martial masters.
"My name is Tong Jinshan, just call me Old Tong. What are your names?"
"Chu Zheng."
"Dong Chong."
"Liu Yuanzhen."
As they talked, they had already reached the outer layer of the square, where they were greeted by a large expanse of low sheds.
Tethered inside was a type of horse Chu Zheng had never seen before, nearly ten feet at the shoulder, entirely black, with fine mane and bulging musculature.
At a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred.
Tong Jinshan led two horses out, speaking in a gentle voice, "Mount up. Chu Zheng, you'll ride with me."
