After fasting for ten days, Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi could set off for Jiaoshan. Nao Baijin was injured and his vitality was greatly damaged, so he could not carry his master on a long journey for the time being. The huge demon wolf transformed itself into a cub, a palm-sized cub, and put it in Nangong Si's quiver, poking out its furry head.
Asher Mo sent the two to the mountain gate, touched the mane of the horse beside him, and said with a smile: "The road to Jiao Mountain is long, and flying a sword consumes energy, so I'll give you these two horses. They grew up eating spiritual herbs and can travel a thousand miles a day. Although they are not as powerful as Nao Baijin, they are still acceptable."
Nangong Si thanked Asher Mo, and he and Ye Wangxi each mounted their horses. They bowed their heads and clasped their fists, saying, "Thank you, Brother Mo. You don't have to see me off. We'll meet again."
"Well, be careful on your way."
He stood at the entrance of the mountain, watching Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi's figures gradually disappear into the distance. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a crisp creaking sound coming from the woods on the left, as if a dead branch had broken and fallen to the ground.
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