Ye Jiuliang squinted her eyes slightly and flicked the horse with her riding crop.
"Snap—"
The horse's mane suddenly reared up, and the fierceness in its eyes grew even denser, running as fast as lightning.
"Brother, could there be an accident?" Jiang Yisheng, watching the figure shrink into a small dot, asked with concern.
Li Mochan remained silent, his thin lips pressed into a hard, cold arc, his hands pulling on the reins growing tight.
"This horsemanship is clearly very good, yet he said he only knew a little," Feng Yi remarked, making a tsk-tsk noise as he watched the figure effortlessly riding on the back of the horse.
Ye Jiuliang was such a trickster, clearly an old hand but still pretending to be a newbie.
Suddenly, a long "neigh" cut through the air, shooting straight up into the sky.
The commotion attracted more and more onlookers, including a few familiar faces.
