Xiang Yu, "…" What self-esteem when it couldn't even understand him? This venerable demon king had no patience for such tactics. He struggled to keep the horse in line, but it moved at a snail's pace as though agreeing with his words. He could almost imagine the horse mockingly saying, 'You think I am a snail? Then let me show you a snail's pace.'
"Keep this up and I will turn you into stew," he said and the horse neighed as though challenging him. While he was busy arguing with the stubborn animal, Han Xin glanced back and saw that she was lagging behind the group. At this pace, they would reach the camp mid-morning.
With a sigh of exasperation, he turned his reddish-brown stallion around and rode back to her. Xiang Yu glared at him, his eyes glinting with a cold light. "What do you want?" he snapped.
