Chen Chuan urged his horse on. The steed was fast, traversing mountains and rivers as if they were flat plains. Its stamina was so immense it almost never needed to stop for food.
Furthermore, possibly because it had also been fed special medicine, many creatures of the Merging Land did not attack it as it galloped along. No wonder the Old Imperial Family favored these mounts.
The Dashun Military also bred such horses, and he had ridden one on his way here, but it was far inferior to this one. He could sense that the key probably lay in those medicines.
This was one of the Old Imperial Family's advantages.
'But it makes sense,' he thought. 'Without this home-field advantage, they would have been wiped out by Dashun long ago.' However, he also realized that a significant part of the reason likely came from within Dashun itself.
