By the time Xie Jie's black horses returned to the pasture again, the light of the setting sun had crossed the mountain meadows, coating the horses with a layer of orange and yellow light.

The Red Luan horse followed closely behind the black horse, snorting and staring intently at the figure in front of him.

That was Xie Jie controlling the horse with one hand and holding the sleeping Ahya with the other.

The evening breeze was blowing and everything looked calm and ...