With the help of Xiong Ma, Chen Wen's speed naturally reached its peak.
There's no denying it, the River Curve Horse, introduced in the Tibetan Area, truly has its unique advantages.
Strong in stamina, enduring, adapted to the highland climate, and not slow in speed.
Riding Xiong Ma, Chen Wen only felt the wind whistling past his face, even causing some stinging pain.
The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly behind him.
Chen Wen touched his face; these days, he had been applying the bone marrow of wild yaks to his face; otherwise, the wind would definitely have cut his face.
About an hour later.
"Almost there!"
The Golden Eagle reminded Chen Wen and Xiong Ma from above.
Chen Wen patted Xiong Ma's side neck, saying, "Slow down, take a rest, or we'll alarm the marmots when we get closer."
Hearing this, Xiong Ma reluctantly stopped in its tracks.
It trembled with excitement, shook its body a few times, and then leisurely continued moving forward with Chen Wen.
