Shi Hao walked out.
The place was eerily quiet. Even though he had lightened his footsteps, he could still hear a rustling sound.
Hmm?
He suddenly stopped and showed a listening expression.
There was a noise.
He assumed a defensive posture, and tap, tap, tap—it sounded like hoofbeats.
In this place, were there actually horses?
In just a moment, the sound of hoofbeats grew closer, and then, a long shadow appeared.
He looked along the shadow and indeed, it was a horse with a person sitting on it.
But the combined height of the horse and rider was still not up to Shi Hao's knees!
How bizarre.
Shi Hao stared. The horse and the rider seemed to be cast from the same mold, both were semi-transparent, crystal clear, and if they stood still, one might think they were carved from jade.
Looking at the rider, it was a miniature version of a human, but on its head grew a stem bearing three leaves, spaced with utter regularity.
