The silver horse treaded upon dust, its four hooves gleaming, hide bright as silver frost without the slightest blemish of mixed color. Its form was long and elegant, like streaming clouds pouring jade, incomparably divine and spirited.
Qin Ming sat sideways on the horse's back, actually riding it backward, a smile like the morning glow hanging from his face as he waved farewell toward the rear.
With a puffing sound, Luo Shaohua coughed out a large mouthful of fresh blood, her body swaying, almost toppling to the ground. That "Willful Horse" had been split off from her Spiritual Domain.
"You dare insult me!" She gnashed her teeth, wanting to pursue and kill, yet in a battle between equals of the same Realm, she truly could not defeat him.
"No need to see me off." Qin Ming lightly patted the silver horse. It chased the wind and pursued lightning, rushing out of the mountain forest.
