Zhao Lin planned to venture deep into the bandit stronghold this time, so he didn't bring Liang Song into the mountains with him. It would have been too difficult to protect him.
He could manage bringing Liang Song along while running, but flying with him would be stretching his abilities too thin.
He moved carefully along the tops of the mountain cliffs. The valley below was empty, save for the occasional snort of a horse in the distance.
According to the two grunts he'd captured last time, there was a corral in the valley housing several dozen horses.
The mountain paths were treacherous. Keeping the horses on the summit would make moving them incredibly inconvenient, so they were kept nearby in the valley.
After observing for a moment and confirming no one was near, he leaped from the clifftop. Releasing energy downward and backward, he propelled his body forward in a slow, controlled flight.
