Before dawn, Lu Chengfeng had already quietly gotten up.
In the pitch-black room, he got dressed, picked up the baggage Luo Suyi had prepared for him, and looked back at his wife, who was soundly asleep on the bed, feeling a momentary reluctance.
With a slight sigh, he shouldered the baggage, grabbed the Cold Cicada Sword, and left the room silently, not waking Luo Suyi, nor bidding her farewell.
When he stepped out of the room, the sky was still dimly lit. Lu Chengfeng descended the mountain, and upon reaching the stone horse tether outside the mountain gate, he saw Li Mo waiting for him, with two well-prepared Liangzhou stallions beside him.
Their coats were wholly black as satin, save for the snow-white fur on the tips of their ears and their hooves. These stallions were known as Liangzhou Snow Trampling Steeds, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day.
