The sound of hooves was like thunder, shattering the silence of the final stretch of wilderness on the Northern Frontier.
The Wuzhui Horse truly lived up to its reputation as a fine steed of the Western Regions; even laden with heavy packs, its speed remained astonishingly fast.
The scenery on both sides of the official road blurred backward in rapid succession like a fading scroll. The desolate, exposed yellowish-brown frozen soil gradually gave way to sparse, resiliently green shrubs. Further ahead, the horizon began to outline rolling hills covered in deep, dark-toned vegetation.
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