Seeing Little Gray safe and sound, Hu Xiaotian was both startled and delighted. Not only was he glad the horse was unharmed, but Little Gray was also carrying plenty of their luggage, including many important items: the Blood-Cleansing Pills Liu Yucheng had given him and the Hundred-Grass Rejuvenation Pills from the Prince of Yan.
Little Gray had always been alert and had fled into the mountain stream the moment things began to look bad. Little Black had not been so lucky, dying horribly at Vulture Zhou Juetian's hands.
Hu Xiaotian removed the saddle from Little Gray and took out the medicine bottles hidden inside. First, he fed Huo Shengnan a Hundred-Grass Rejuvenation Pill, then a Blood-Cleansing Pill. After a short wait, she finally stirred awake. Finding herself lying in Hu Xiaotian's arms, she felt a little embarrassed and asked softly, "Did we get away?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded. Little Gray swam to the bank, drooped his ears, and nudged Little Black's body with his muzzle. Clearly, Little Black would never wake again. Little Gray kept circling the body, utterly heartbroken.
Watching from a distance, Huo Shengnan could not help feeling moved. If she had been the one to die, would Hu Xiaotian have grieved for her? That thought brought back the sight of Little Gray mounting Little Black earlier that day, and her pretty face grew hot. What was wrong with me? Why am I letting my thoughts run wild? She tried to sit up, but a sudden stabbing pain shot through her chest. When she had shot Flying Camel Yang Juedi dead, he had ambushed her with black liquid and Poison Needles concealed in his hump. Although she had narrowly escaped the splashing liquid, quite a few needles had still struck her chest.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hu