Yu Xiaocao spurred her little red horse on. Her steed had seen a bunch of other horses around it, so its thirst for competition rose. It stretched out its legs and bolted off like a red whirlwind. In a wisp, it quickly left the other horses far behind it. Since Fierce Wind was a Ferghana horse, it wasn’t difficult for it to keep up with Little Red. However, after spending a lot of time with Little Red, the black horse always allowed the little red horse to do anything it wanted. Thus, it kept half a horse head’s distance from Little Red and ran neck to neck.

Yu Xiaocao turned her head around to look at the confident and calm Zhu Junyang and grinned at him. Fierce Wind was like his owner and always did little tricks to get the other horse to like him. Suddenly, Xiaocao heard the sound of another horse’s hooves from behind and curiously turned around to look. She saw the elegantly handsome Ning Donglan, who was dressed entirely in white, riding a white steed that glided over quickly. His white sleeves billowed around him and his coal-black hair floated in the wind. His ethereally handsome face along with his heroic figure seemed to make him resemble a celestial immortal coming down to earth…

“Hmph!” Zhu Junyang had noticed that his little lass had her attention taken away by another man, so he felt quite unhappy. He couldn’t stop himself from glaring at Ning Donglan with...