Golden Winged Great Peng laughed, "Fast runner? In front of this king, who dares claim to be fast? As for cursing one's mother... I am indeed curious; how colorful can a horse's curses be? Let him down and let him open his mouth!"
A group of little demons followed the order, quickly let the white horse down, untied the ropes, and pulled the cloth from its mouth...
However, what surprised the little demons was that the horse didn't move at all, nor did it curse anyone's mother; it was as docile as a little dog.
Golden Winged Great Peng laughed, "So this is the horse you described as having a foul mouth, being fast, and wild and hard to tame? It seems pretty well-behaved to me."
The little demons were also dumbfounded, not understanding what exactly was going on.
