All of a sudden, everyone heard the sound of a galloping horse draw closer.
Clip... Clop...
They all turned their heads to find a single white horse trot over to them in a misty trail of dust and dirt.
Eventually, it stopped in front of Han Moze, then neighed with both his front hooves on the ground.
The white horse was well-fed and had well-combed, glossy hair. It looked unique and beautiful as could be.
Lian Jiuhua furrowed his brows when he saw the white horse, then checked it left, right, up, and down.
He remained silent for a moment, then said with a shocked look on his face, "Huh? Isn't that my horse? How did it come back to life?"
Han Moze's sword-like brows furrowed in confusion, then turned to look at the roof of the carriage for some reason. An immediate sense of astonishment came over him. Where's Le Zhengyu? Could it be that...
