"My good horse, go and see if those warhorses that ran off earlier are still around. If they are, gather them all for me," Wen Yan commanded.
The warhorse curled its upper lip, its eyes holding an idiotic gaze as it cocked its head at Wen Yan, unmoving.
"Don't understand?"
Wen Yan felt a bit disappointed. He reached out, patted the warhorse's neck, and bestowed a bit of Yang Energy upon it.
The next moment, the warhorse NEIGHED, turned, and sprinted off into the distance.
Wen Yan stood still, hand raised. In just a few minutes, he saw the warhorse returning at a gallop, leading dozens of other warhorses.
"..."
Wen Yan's eyelid twitched. What kind of creatures are these? he thought. As soon as food is involved, their intelligence skyrockets. They almost had me fooled.
The warhorse, having brought back the dozens of runaway horses, now approached Wen Yan unabashedly, its hooves making soft TAP-TAP-TAP sounds as it took tiny, mincing steps.
