The Young Lord Zuo's two steeds had exceptionally beautiful coats, especially when galloping side by side, resembling the azure sky and the azure sea amidst the red dust, truly a feast for the eyes that elicited praise.
They were even more majestic than Brother Jiang's steed of flame and shadow.
Jiang Wang rode his fine horse, turned to glance at him, only to see this young general galloping on horseback with a steady posture, hardly wavering. His demeanor and bearing clearly indicated his noble lineage. His expression was particularly proud, gazing ahead with a hint of "indifference," yet speaking in a surprisingly meek tone.
"What are you looking at!" Zuo Guangshu suddenly snapped.
Jiang Wang chuckled, "You're bigger than I imagined."
"..." Zuo Guangshu quickly donned his helmet and said with discontent, "I'm already sixteen years old!"
"Hahaha..." Jiang Wang laughed heartily.
"Why are you laughing again!"
