No one will ever forget this day.
In red attire on a white horse, leading the pack, her grandeur was like an arrow drawn from a bow, fierce as a thunderstorm, swallowing up mountains and rivers.
That tournament favorite Ma Xiao was trailing far behind, clearly starting to panic. The more frantic he got, the more mistakes he made. His position as runner-up was now hanging by a thread.
In the final lap, all riders were giving it their all.
Ming Jing nudged her horse's belly, and as the wind whooshed past her ears, the sound from her mouth became distant and blurred.
"Violent Wind, let's dash."
Violent Wind galloped ahead, his front hooves acting like a motor. The lines of muscle across his robust back were sleek and firm. Under the sunlight, his white coat gleamed like crystalline snow, unbelievably clean and beautiful.
