The afternoon sunlight shone through the floating dust, casting a dazzling white glow on the polished bluestone slabs.
Crimson Mountain raised its forehooves, standing upright, as brilliant golden light spilled from its contours, contrasting with the dark shadows on the stones.
Those coming and going at the wharf were all astounded.
The two workers in the fishing corral lifted their heads and asked, "Has Master Liang acquired another fine horse? How come it looks different from the one we saw before?"
"It hasn't changed!" Liang Qu firmly anchored himself in the saddle, pressed down the rearing Crimson Mountain, and tugged the reins to make it turn in place. Bathing in the sunlight, he said, "The Imperial Court has rewarded me with a Superior Grade Great Pill! The Dragonblood Horse has ascended a grade, what you see is still the same one! Its name is Crimson Mountain!"
Crimson Mountain!
The red high mountain!
