As Hu Lie's severe injuries set in, the sandstorm also began to abate, with the natural storm nearly over.
The two of them, limping along, left the affected area in search of horses.
Previously, the group had been on horseback in pursuit of Yue Hongling. When Yue Hongling dismounted to fight back, her own bluish-black steed had run off, and the sandstorm had scattered the group's horses in all directions. Ba Tu might have rounded up a few, while others were still loose in the vicinity.
The pair were extremely fortunate; they caught sight of the horse Zhao Changhe had ridden, now aimlessly running nearby. It wasn't his Winter-black steed, Wuzhui, which was still at San Niang's inn, but a horse he had borrowed from Ba Tu. The horse itself was average, but his luggage was still strapped to the back, making it a pleasant surprise.
Zhao Changhe swiftly went over to grab the horse and turned to look at Yue Hongling.
Yue Hongling's face was expressionless.
