Lin Qingluo rode Lightning, saying goodbye to Luo Zhan and the others.
The caravan was carrying a large load of goods and moved slowly. Luo Zhan knew this all too well and could only express his regret tactfully.
"Little Qingluo, Brother Zhan can't accompany you anymore. Remember to keep in touch. Jufeng Trading Company's inns and restaurants are everywhere, so no matter where you go, you'll be treated as a VIP."
"Thank you, Brother Zhan, Qingluo will remember."
With a graceful bow, Lin Qingluo patted Lightning's head, and the horse neighed, raising its front hooves and galloping forward like an arrow.
"Ah, youth is so good, riding horses and enjoying life with plenty of time to waste."
Luo Zhan touched his beard-stubbled face, smiled and commanded the caravan to continue moving forward.
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In the boundless grassland, the Qiyan Tribe had fallen apart, and their fertile pastures were redistributed. Previously weak tribes could migrate and graze in the lush grasslands.