The sunlight was perfect.
Crimson Mountain raised its head high, snorted out a hot breath, and as its streamlined muscles pulsed, a layer of blood-red horsehair shimmered with a silver glow.
Liang Qu disengaged his feet from the stirrups, swung off his horse, and instructed two apprentices at the gate to go in and report his arrival.
As he crossed the threshold,
the news spread like it had wings, flying throughout the entire Martial Arts School.
The apprentices at the second Martial Arts Performance Ground, too restless to take their break, surged out like a tide and crowded onto the same patch of ground to watch.
Even those lining up for medicine felt an itch to leave the queue and move forward for a look.
A few apprentices in the middle acted on the impulse, immediately causing commotion as others saw the opportunity to cut in; arguments grew louder in the chaos.
