"Oh, Main God! These dog sleds on the snow really move fast! In the time it takes for a quarter of an hour, across flat snowy plains, they can actually cover at least ten li!... Ugh! Urgh!..."
The snowy plain stretched boundless, white filling everything before his eyes. A white sky, white snow, white distant mountains and forests, and white packs of dogs racing onward.
Exploration Captain Zuwaro sat on the crude sled as it jolted and shook, his body pressed close to the ground. As the dog pack sprinted at breakneck speed, he swayed without stop, and very soon the world in his eyes was nothing but a dizzy, shaking white. Clearly, he was not used to this kind of flying pace over land. His face gradually turned green, his stomach churned like rivers overturning and seas toppling, and he actually felt the seasick nausea he had known on his first voyage!
Yet when Zuwaro painfully turned his head aside, the shrieking snow wind blowing over him, and looked at Hunting Captain Mu Quan sitting steadily on the sled, guiding the dog pack's direction with a calm, easy face... he forcefully swallowed back the shout to stop that had already reached his lips.
"Main God as my witness! These Mountain Tribe hunters look simple and honest, but their bellies are full of rotten water! Damn it, they're deliberately showing themselves off, showing off the speed and ability of their tribal warriors!... Urgh!..."
As if sensing Zuwaro's gaze, Hunting Captain Mu Quan turned his head slightly and looked with a complicated gaze at his former friend, and a possible future enemy or son-in-law. Seeing Zuwaro's expression as he wanted to vomit yet held it back, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he gave a low dog-handling command.
"Yo-ho!