On the return journey, Li Dingguo was alone, and riding a Spirit Beast Warhorse, he traveled at blazing speed.
The roughly thirty-mile journey took less than a quarter of an hour, and he had already returned to the entrance of the county town's East City gate.
Yet this was not even the limit of the Spirit Beast Big Black Horse beneath him.
Letting the horse run at full speed this time, he had finally truly experienced the formidable power of a Spirit Beast Warhorse.
The Big Black Horse beneath him was merely a low-grade Flood Dragon Scale Horse.
He wondered just how swift the high-grade and top-grade Flood Dragon Scale Horses—and even Dragon Scale Horses—must be!
At this time, the city gate, which had remained open throughout the day, had not yet been closed. He nodded to the soldiers guarding the entrance, then rode into the county town.
Having just arrived at the gate of the Wang Family Courtyard, he happened to see more than a dozen cooks driving carts over, delivering meals for the Youth Camp soldiers.
He raised his head and swept his gaze around the courtyard ahead. He found that Liu Wenxiu, Zhang Huier, and every member of their squads had already returned. It seemed that their two teams' practical combat training outside the city had gone rather smoothly today.
Of course, it was also possible that they had made a wasted trip.
After all, there were not many Demons and Monsters near towns where humans gathered.
Especially since finding a suitable target was not so easy.
No matter what, Martial Artist youths like Liu Wenxiu and Zhang Huier were merely rookies at the first level of martial cultivation.
They could not defeat powerful Demons and Monsters, nor did they dare provoke them.
Even if they were