At two o'clock in the morning, the stars hung over the plains.
Casper Xiao stood on the sand dune, drinking the rest of his Ma Xing. The strong liquor rushed into his throat, and he swallowed it slowly, letting the spicy taste stay in his mouth for a long time. The wind would intensify after nightfall, and the yellow sand buried the horse's hooves. After two minutes, Casper Xiao saw Hai Rigu returning.
Hai Rigu dismounted, took off the veil covering his mouth and nose, tilted his head and spat out a few mouthfuls of sand, and said, "Dalantai agreed."
Casper Xiao didn't say anything, and Chen Yang behind him asked: "What conditions did you say?"
"We gave him the grassland east of Locktian Pass. That is the homeland of the Youxiong tribe. Dalantai wants to go back."
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