Early the next morning.
Two teams of horses left the hotel, escorted by Pingxi Army vehicles to the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon.
The scenery here was indeed beautiful, but no one had the heart to appreciate it. The surging public opinion from the outside world added a sense of urgency to everyone's feelings.
For the Huofeng Team, the sheer scale of fan support meant that if they were to lose in the end, many of those encouraging voices might turn into disappointment and hatred, so they couldn't simply ignore it.
The same went for the Zhenhai Team. Should they lose by chance, there would certainly be plenty of people ready to kick them when they were down and mock them, giving them a reason they couldn't afford to lose.
With this atmosphere enveloping them, the air inside the vehicle also became rather solemn. Although there was no verbal communication between the two teams, their collective aura still carried a sense of rivalry.