The Second Master’s voice carried a teasing tone, "Is it the horses that are extraordinary, or is it you all?"

You Er replied earnestly, "It’s the horses that are extraordinary."

"Since you want these two horses, I assume you must have noticed something special about them."

The Second Master had been standing behind a tree, but now he stepped out, looking down at the people in the canyon, "These horses have small heads, tall frames, and are quite handsome, but in the end, they’re just two horses. What could be so special about them?"

You Er spoke up because he saw that some of the bandits were holding bows and arrows, and he was worried they might harm the horses if they acted rashly.

He said in a deep voice, "These two horses are not ordinary horses; they are blood-sweating horses."

"In the entire Great Chu, there are only three, and they are priceless."

The bandits on the mountain quieted down for a moment, then began whispering among themselves.

The Second Master said to a weak-looking middle-aged man beside him, "Master Ming, do you think this is true or false?"

Master Ming carefully examined the two horses, then scrutinized Qi Er and You Er.

Although the two youngsters were not very old, they carried an extraordinary demeanor.

His gaze suddenly fell on the token at You Er’s waist, his pupils contracting, "Second Master, they’re people from the court! They all have waist tokens!"

The Second Master frowned; they were bandits who could rob merchants and landlords, but it was best not to oppose the court, or else if they angered the court, and the army came over, they wouldn’t meet a good end.

The year before last, when General Wu led forces to suppress bandits, it left Niu Tou Mountain severely damaged, losing half of its manpower.

Master Ming squinted, "As for whether these are blood-sweating horses, why not have someone call Lao Fang over; he used to deal in horses in the north, he would surely recognize them."

The Second Master immediately ordered someone to call Lao Fang.

He raised his voice, "Everyone listen, don’t be in a rush to act; I need to first see whether this kid is bluffing."

He then asked Master Ming quietly, "If they really are blood-sweating horses, how much are they worth in silver?"

Master Ming stroked his beard, "Even a thousand bars of gold couldn’t buy them."

"To be able to obtain blood-sweating horses and dare to ride out with them, think about it, Second Master, these two kids probably aren’t of ordinary background."

The Second Master squinted, "So what? If we kill them and bury them, who’s going to know?"

Master Ming shook his head, "If these two really are young noblemen out seeking experience, then there must be experts in the shadows protecting them."

"If we kill them, Niu Tou Mountain might indeed face the calamity of being wiped out in an instant, just like this kid said."

At this moment, You Er and Qi Er simply uncovered the cloth on the horses’ backs.

Although the two prized horses hadn’t had a bath or a grooming in some time, and their coats were quite dull, their proportionate frames and sturdy bodies instantly outshone the other horses.

The Second Master craned his neck to look, "Damn, they might really be those blood-sweating horses."

"So what do we do? Just let these little fat sheep go for nothing?"

Master Ming’s gaze fell on You Er, "Letting them go isn’t possible; so many brothers are watching, even if we want to let them go, the brothers won’t agree."

Just then, a middle-aged man came over, "Second Master, were you looking for me?"

The Second Master pointed to the two horses in the canyon, "Take a look, are those blood-sweating horses?"

Lao Fang’s eyes widened immediately; even from a distance, the horses’ build, and the unique pale golden coat of one, allowed him to determine at once, and he said excitedly, "Blood-sweating horses! They’re really blood-sweating horses; I’ve seen them before when I went to the Western Regions."