Feeling Shang Qinghua's scrutinizing gaze, Yue Mingxuan grew uncomfortable.
Before Rong Tieshan could start, he took the lead, riding straight into the forest.
Seeing him set off first, Rong Tieshan hesitated briefly before following on horseback.
As soon as he entered the forest, Yue Mingxuan felt a twinge of regret.
This forest didn't seem designed for hunting; it appeared natural, with winding paths and a few untrimmed branches on the horse trails.
Charging forward recklessly would almost certainly lead to injury.
But now that he had entered, turning back would be embarrassing.
Moreover, the forest might hold some rare herbs.
Although he and Rong Tieshan were unwilling partners, he didn't want to return empty-handed and humiliated.
Risk always correlated with danger, he reminded himself and slowed his pace, moving deeper into the forest.
At the same time, Rong Tieshan caught up.
The two of them exchanged a glance but said nothing.
