He looked at the paper money scattered on the ground and casually picked up a stack by his foot. Tentatively, he pulled out some and gestured to one of the Soul Warhorses.
The armored Soul Warhorse immediately came trotting over, its tongue snatching the stack of Paper Money from Wen Yan's hand and chewing vigorously, its ears fluttering joyously.
"You must be starving. Eat more..."
One by one, the warhorses surrounded Wen Yan. It wasn't just because Wen Yan had Paper Money in his hand, but also because the ground around him was littered with a pile of Paper Money, as if someone had thrown trash there.
After feeding a stack of Paper Money to one warhorse, Wen Yan reached out and petted it. The horse was cold to the touch, its fur smooth, and it seemed feeble.
