Feng Hua San Shi (Fifty-Five)

Seeing the horse run off, Lin Hao Tian immediately panicked. He did not care that much about losing a horse, but his pack was still hanging from the saddle, and both the map and the Heavenly Pearl were inside. If the horse disappeared, those things would be lost as well.

Without bothering to notify the others, Lin Hao Tian scrambled to his feet and chased after the horse. The others were still busy calming the frightened horses, and astonishingly, no one noticed Lin Hao Tian's departure.

Lin Hao Tian was not slow on foot, but compared with a horse running at full speed, he was still far behind. At first, he could still see the horse in the distance, but after chasing it for roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the horse vanished completely from sight.

Staring in the direction the horse had disappeared, Lin Hao Tian was frantic yet helpless. He was at a very high altitude, where the air was thin. After running at top speed for so long, he was breathing heavily. He chased on for several more minutes, but eventually could not run any farther and had to stop and rest. He had no idea how far he had gone, and there was practically nothing around that could serve as a landmark. After looking up at the sun, Lin Hao Tian roughly determined his direction and continued chasing after the horse.

After chasing for roughly another half an hour, Lin Hao Tian stopped again. By then, he was drenched in sweat, his face filled with anxiety. This was Kunlun Mountain. If a horse truly got lost here, finding it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Losing the horse itself did not matter, but losing the map and