Blue skies, white jade, green grass, and lakes, yet also a world of ice and snow; hundreds of Mongolian yurts scattered across the vast and flat expanse of The Great Plains.

Each large furnace fashioned into a chimney shape, with fires ablaze inside, so the temperature amidst these yurts isn’t low. The chimneys are quite peculiar; the ashes don’t escape from the top, seemingly sealed inside—so strange, yet this avoids environmental harm. Otherwise, such mass burning would envelop this beautiful grassland in smog...

"Wild oxen have returned, here comes another group!"

"Fewer people this time... yesterday there were forty or fifty people."

"This wave is really scarce."

At the tribe’s settlement, many natives looked at Sui Yi and the others, not reserved, rather full of playful intent. Sui Yi felt their eyes hid something.

Perhaps it’s because they are foreigners.

Yet there are some welcoming ones; several women with headscarves brought over steaming butter tea.

The tea’s aroma, a creamy yellow.

Many were hesitant to take it, only after Sui Yi accepted did they dare reach out.

Butter tea might not suit every Central Plains person accustomed to their long history of tea culture, but when starving and exhausted, the nutritional value of butter tea far exceeds all Central Plains tea. Moreover, it’s piping hot, good for driving away cold. So many people drank it down without a word...

After finishing one bowl, they brazenly asked for a second. The Morton Tribe showed great hospitality, constantly refilling teapots to replenish the tea.

Dugu Mingyue drank most of his bowl, glancing over the rim to see Sui Yi in blue robes drinking gracefully, with remarkable elegance.

Drinking milk tea, yet evoking a realm of extraordinary beauty...

Dugu Mingyue thought he was a bit bewitched, shook his head, then continued drinking, just unconsciously slowed down... chugging seemed too inelegant.

"You tom-boy, normally you don’t drink tea like this; one blink and you’ve finished a bowl. You usually have three bowls when I have one. Why so polite today, did you get hurt?"

Du Gourou still remembered how Dugu Mingyue saved him in a critical moment, thus showing a little concern...

Dugu Mingyue’s glaring eyes shot over instantly: "Scram!"

"This way, someone will help arrange a place for you to sleep..." Karisuo approached Dugu Mingyue, just about to continue...

Suddenly, loud noises came from the Southeast direction.

"Karisuo, you’re still here! Quickly, go to the ranch! Ha, those people from Flying Horse Ranch are taming horses!"

Several people called out to Karisuo, who smiled, raised his eyebrows to the group: "A chance to see if the Morton Family or Flying Horse Ranch is mightier! Follow me!"

Revitalized from butter tea, many became excited; Flying Horse Ranch, the world’s number one ranch, a major power all Four Great Clans aimed to recruit, rarely seen. So one by one, they went along.

Sui Yi was no exception, though Wu Xie didn’t follow. Instead, he exchanged a look with Sui Yi, then took another path, soon blending into the Morton Tribe crowd.

The grassland’s ranch was incredibly vast and boundless, horse neighs echoed from afar as Sui Yi’s keen ears caught the shouts from the ranch.

"Go for it!"

"Almost there! Ha! Mark, pass him!!"

Upon reaching the inconspicuous edge of the ranch, Sui Yi lifted his gaze to see ahead, two tall, majestic horses wildly twisting their bodies, turning around, kicking and flicking their tails, or sprinting fast then abruptly stopping and flipping... all in an attempt to throw off their riders.

On the backs of both horses were riders, one a rough man from the Morton Tribe, the other a slightly refined Central Plains person in brown-red robes.

Both were horse tamers, their methods differed greatly; the former whipped the horses incessantly, allowing madness then violently suppressing, the latter soothed and tamed, one aggressive, one gentle, progressing equally.

But it was clear to the observant that the first horse was ridden full of scars, becoming timid, resistance waning, while the other grew increasingly frenzied, making the Central Plains person more dangerous...

Suddenly!

The Central Plains person’s palm gently stroked the horse’s head thrice... the horse suddenly obediently calmed down...