"If you want to buy a horse, just buy one," Xiao Changyi paused before adding, "When I came back originally, I rode a horse."
An Jing immediately chuckled, "Are you saying that we don't need to buy a horse, and can just use the one you rode back instead?"
"If you don't mind it being a warhorse, we can," he replied.
An Jing fell silent instantly. A warhorse was too precious to be used for pulling carts.
After a while, An Jing asked, "Your warhorse?"
"Hmm. It was given to me by the old man before my first battle, and since then, that horse has always followed me."
"And where is it now?"
"With Meng Zhuqing."
"I heard that horses recognize their owners. It followed you for so long, can Meng Zhuqing ride it?"
"It would only let me ride it. Meng Zhuqing can only lead it."
