When daybreak was nearly about to arrive, the scale horse finally reached its limit after an entire night of running. All four hooves staggered and it crumpled onto the ground, panting heavily.

Lin Xun flipped off the horse and stably landed on the ground. He could not help but feel a wave of shame wash over him when he gazed at the profusely sweating scale horse. His single-minded focus on escaping had left the scale horse exhausted, making him feel somewhat indebted to it.

“Sorry, brother horse.” Lin Xun retrieved some aeth resources and shoved them towards the scale horse, finally smiling a little as he watched it happily chomp down.

The scale horse was a ferocious beast, but it became extremely docile after being tamed. It was also absolutely necessary for any future trips between the Qingyang Tribe and Feiyun Village.

Lin Xun also found a spot to rest, took out a bottle of aeth-infused water, and gulped a big mouthful. Only then did he retrieve the purple jade sash he had taken from Liu Yukun’s corpse.

It was a valuable storage artifact. Not only were there numerous elegant runes...