After a series of struggles, disturbing neighs, the so-called skinny-boned and dragon-pattern-backed red Exotic Beast finally succumbed humiliatingly under the daily threat of having its egg supply cut off.
Seeing that the horse finally wilted and gave in, Wang Anfeng released his left hand, waved away the Qilin Flames in his hand, and watched the red skinny horse that was hopping around energetically again and had dodged far away from him in an instant. He felt an indescribable fatigue and couldn't help but rub his brow.
Even though his martial arts were much higher than when he had first returned to the Jianghu, he still felt at a loss when faced with this most unusual beast, arguably a rare freak through the ages.
If he had a choice, he would never want to ride this thing.
But there was no choice.
