The horn sounded, and the competitors rode their beloved horses down the track, acknowledging the audience.
As Ming Jing appeared, wearing a red riding outfit and riding a white horse, the audience burst into excitement.
On the big screen, a close-up of Ming Jing showed her wearing a helmet, her beautiful, pitch-black eyes gazing ahead. Gone was her usual gentleness, replaced with a determined spirit, like a young plant sprouting tenaciously from a rocky crevice, always reaching for the sun and never admitting defeat.
This expression, paired with her stunning face that held a hint of innocence, left people irresistibly captivated.
"Ming Jing... Ming Jing..." The audience began to spontaneously chant her name, one shout overlapping the other, like a huge wave engulfing everything in its path.
Some horses began to nervously paw at the ground, but Violent Wind alone remained calm, radiating the poise and confidence of a true king.
