"Crane Inspector at work, all idle stand back!"
After galloping for hundreds of miles, the pure-blooded Qilin showed its utmost effort, now at its peak, its taut muscles tensed and released, bursting forth like a cannonball leaving the barrel; rain struck its hot skin, either splashing into small droplets or steaming into a white-hot mist.
Its hooves struck heavily on the cobblestones, as the young man on its back leaned forward holding a card, and the fifty guards at the city gate, caught off guard, made way, allowing the horse to charge in at full speed.
On such a rainy day, pedestrians were almost absent, only a few groups of three or five sat under the eaves on both sides, talking about this fierce downpour. Pei Ye galloped through the streets, almost like the only ship with full sails in a sea storm.
He finally reined in the horse outside the Xiwen Pavilion's door.
