Qian Du hurried to rescue Li Mu Yang, so she brought only the Ghost Dance Legion's assault troops and ignored all grain and supply support.
Besides, the Ghost Dance Legion was also an army skilled at fighting in the wilderness. As long as its people were still alive, neither deep mountains and ancient forests nor flaming valleys and glaciers could trap them.
White Horse Plain produced an abundance of white horses, and horse herders made their living hunting horses across the plains. They were also among the very few native inhabitants of White Horse Plain.
Although Song Lang had died in battle, the Ghost Butterflies sent out before the great battle had still summoned several reinforcement armies.
The western frontier had already been sealed off. With the unconscious Li Mu Yang, Lu Qiji, Lu Qingming, and the others in her care, Qian Du did not dare force her way through, lest she injure Li Mu Yang and the others, who had no power to protect themselves.
Fortunately, White Horse Plain was vast enough for them to hide temporarily without being discovered by the Western Wind Army.
Qian Du needed tents, so someone immediately bought them from the horse herders below, giving the princess a place to rest for the time being.
Hearing the girl's startled cry, Li Mu Yang turned to look.
A curtain made of thick animal hide hung naturally, leaving the entrance somewhat dark.
Thus, at first glance, he could only see the colorful clothes on the girl and the white feather stuck in her hair.
Because they were simply too dazzling.
Soon, Li Mu Yang was captivated by the girl's appearance.
Her face was like the bright moon, and her eyes like autumn waters.
Her lips were like flower petals, her mouth like a cherry.
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