Three days later.
A magnificent white horse headed out of Fubo City.
A figure clad in snow-white robes and wearing a bamboo hat sat on the horse's back, body slightly rising and falling with the horse's gait, appearing at ease.
Behind him, on the three-story high inn, the windows of the rooms on the second and third floors were pushed open simultaneously.
Two charming figures, supporting their waist, stood with some difficulty by the window.
One had bright eyes and gleaming teeth, youthful like a spirited horse, while the other was cool and mature, akin to a Dust Fairy who could only be admired from a distance.
These two women were gazing tenderly like autumn waters towards the figure riding the white horse, gradually disappearing into the distance.
"That scoundrel just left like this, truly heartless... ouch, it hurts."
The two beauties, with some pain, rubbed their lower abdomen, their beautiful eyes filled with a hidden resentment.
