Hidden behind the Qinglin Mountain Road, the clatter of the horse-drawn carriage grew clearer and clearer.
From the shouts just now, it wasn't hard to distinguish the local dialect of Qianxi.
Apparently a local, they must know the way.
The siblings dismounted and led their horses by the reins, seeking shade by the trees beside the road, their acute hearing allowed them to wait. Around the bend of the mountain trail, by a protruding rock, the first thing they saw was a chestnut horse with a straight head and small ears.
In comparison with the horses from the north, this horse was somewhat shorter but sturdy-built and nimble, an excellent breed for both mountain riding and carrying loads.
Since this was a horse from Qianxi, those heading up the mountain trail in formation were mostly likely merchants.
The bells hanging below the horse's neck jingled, and down along the green forest's ancient path, the clear tinkling of bells was exceptionally melodious.
