Red Blood Horse!
Li Tian Gang sat with a solemn composure on the back of the dragon-lion, catching sight of the youth in the middle of the official road at the end of his line of vision.
He immediately recognized the war horse the other was riding on, and upon looking at the boy's features, found him surprisingly handsome and bright, especially around his eyes and eyebrows, which resembled those of the lover etched in his heart.
Li Tian Gang's heart jolted.
Li Hao was also staring at the robust and composed man.
The blurry images in his memory suddenly seemed to clear, he was the man who, fourteen years ago, had tousled his head with a rough, large hand.
It had been fourteen years, yet, in that brief collision of gazes, they had both recognized each other's identity in the blink of an eye.
Whoosh!
Li Tian Gang suddenly leaped into the air from atop the dragon-lion, landing in front of the youth's Red Blood Horse.
