Those female subordinates, although less capable than them, dare not confront Du Jiaolan!
The black-clothed men under control, with their high masculine vigour, could make a quiet move and would be gone!
As they moved their bodies, their steeds also shifted their feet; horses too would get hungry and tired, opting to lie down!
"Hurry up...!" Yingzi urged, whipping the irritable horses that had lain down!
The others encountered the same situation; now they could move, but their mounts would not cooperate.
"Shall we continue to follow this road, or return to the small town we passed earlier and keep going forward?"
Du Jiaolan had no choice but to take some dry food from the luggage on her horse to eat. Wanting to drink water, she found it had frozen into ice, and it was too bitterly cold!
