The young man carried the horse, whose body had been reduced to half, everywhere in search of a way to save its life. He barged into mountain gates he had once looked up to, knelt before scions of noble families he had once disdained, and prayed to the illusory heavens.
All he got in return was one bout of ridicule after another.
Lu Yin didn't need to hear them to know they were mocking the young man for lowering his head over a horse. A horse was nothing more than a riding tool.
The young man begged everyone he knew. Perhaps sincerity really could move the heavens, because he found a Divine Medicine that saved the horse and allowed him to break through once more.
No one had ever helped him. His entire life consisted of only one horse. ??
The horse's eyes held only him as well.
Time flew. Lu Yin stepped into another scene from the passage of time. By then, the young man had long since matured. He walked through the void, while the horse looked mighty and imposing, its expression full of pride. Yet what they did made people furious.
They stole cultivation methods.
Lu Yin stared blankly at the sudden change in style of One Person and One Horse. Had they finally decided to let themselves go?
In the past, One Person and One Horse had also seized cultivation methods, but they had shown some restraint. Now, they charged straight into mountain gates, stole the methods used to suppress sects, then hid in dark corners to study them. They even lit a candle that swayed in the breeze, creating an eerie and gloomy atmosphere.
Who knew where they had picked up that habit?
One Person and One Horse pressed their heads together and stared at