Set Off

After steadying her emotions, Shi Lan left the room, went downstairs, and headed into the inn's rear courtyard.

Dozens of dragon horses had just been led into the stables. Wang Ning and the others had all changed into their armor and were busy feeding them. The dragon horses ate ravenously, gobbling down their food.

Ordinary fodder was nowhere near enough to replenish the energy the dragon horses expended. During the journey, they had barely managed on the wild grasses along the way, and most of the horses had lost weight.

The feed Wang Ning and the others were giving them now was mixed with a large quantity of precious medicinal herbs, such as Blood Ginseng, poria, and astragalus. It also contained many spirit materials of ranked quality, all to nourish the dragon horses.

The cost of this one meal for the dragon horses would be more than an ordinary mortal could spend in an entire lifetime.

Wu Lingkong sat in front of the stables, staring blankly at the row of dragon horses before her.

Shi Lan came over and sat beside her. Gazing at the horses, she too fell into a daze.

"With things as they are, there's no telling whether we'll live or die once we set out."

Wu Lingkong's voice was very quiet. It was unclear whether she was talking to herself or speaking to Shi Lan.

Shi Lan heard every word. She glanced at the sun overhead, whose warmth was gradually returning, and felt a little dazed.

In the blink of an eye, she had been in the Lingyang Realm for almost a year. A year was neither long nor short.

For more than three hundred days and nights, she had practiced, traveled, fought, and practiced again. It felt as though she had never had a chance