When Han Qiwu jumped onto the short and stocky Mongolian horse, he felt like his butt was about to burst.
Too much pressure on the butt!
Who said horse-riding was so dashing?
Fortunately, after a few jolts, his butt went numb.
It doesn't feel like much anymore...
Looking around, Han Qiwu discovered that the situation was still under control.
Above his field of vision, a line of numbers was constantly scrolling:
[5m]
[6m]
...
[10m]
"I wonder how far I have to go to get the first reward," Han Qiwu thought, pulling himself back to focus on his surroundings. He noticed that as long as he was riding this Mongolian horse, the other horses wouldn't come over to attack him.
The scenery around him quickly flashed by, and the Mongolian horse started to pick up speed.
Just then, Han Qiwu noticed a large rock appear right in the horse's path.
He had to dodge it!
Otherwise, he'd turn into a pancake.
So, he patted the horse's head.
The Mongolian horse didn't respond at all.
