The middle-aged man in gray cloth sat on the grass about twenty meters away from Fang Jie and his companions, holding a wooden ladle to water the horses. Beside him was a small, clear spring, its water crystal clear. The three fine warhorses from the Northern Liao region took turns drinking water with impeccable order.
After feeding the three horses, the middle-aged man couldn't help but praise them, saying, "They're even more well-behaved than people. Very good."
His praise of the horses implied that some people were, in his opinion, quite bad. Whether these bad people were Fang Jie and his companions, or the Qingya Feiyupao who had charged forward behind Fang Jie and Daquan, remained unknown. After drinking, the three horses went to graze silently on the grass. It was unclear whether t
