At the same time, in a corner of the straw warehouse at Lin Tingkou Pier.
Piles of yellow straw were stacked one against another.
Stored here was the lowest grade of horse feed, specially prepared for the horse caravans that traveled from south to north and weren't particularly wealthy.
However, any driver with even a bit of conscience wouldn't continuously feed their worn-out horses such stuff.
All of it — stiff straw, grass stems, and even old tree bark — not only lacked nutrition but would wear down even the best of teeth over time.
Locals found them quite useful for starting fires, though.
Surprisingly, at the darkest spot inside the warehouse, a black and a white massive creature were chomping down the dry hay voraciously.
The hay that could make a mule's mouth sore posed no challenge for them.
As they ate, they also grumbled to each other:
"Speaking of which, it's been several months since we followed the Yellow-Skinned Dharma King across the border into Great Yan.
