Xi Ye, knowing that he was in the wrong, immediately closed his mouth and returned to Lin Suqing's side, "Little Qingqing, what should we do? Do you speak the language of the dragon horse?"
Lin Suqing shook her head regretfully.
He looked up and gazed at the imposing Ding Rui standing before him, admiring its fur that was more lustrous than the moonlight, fluttering in the night breeze. The short fine fur on its body, slick and cool to the touch, looked not like hair but more like smooth, soft white satin. Even the moon in the sky seemed dull in comparison, truly awe-inspiring.
The upper body of Ding Rui resembled a mountain goat, its lower body that of a horse, while its limbs were like those of an elephant, and its tail resembled a lion's…
Beyond that, the most extraordinary feature was the natural spiral-patterned horn on its forehead, which at a glance looked like jade, full of color with a warm lustre, made even more brilliant by the white radiance of the fur on its body.
