A hound on the left, a falcon on the right. Galloping wildly on horseback, Shen Xin was struck by a surge of heroic spirit, like an old man filled with youthful abandon.
The feeling rose in his throat, and he couldn't resist the urge to shout aloud.
But before he could, a sudden shout came from behind him.
Shen Xin quickly glanced back and saw someone on horseback seemed to be catching up.
Earlier, Zhang Qifeng had told him that to stop, he had to slowly pull the reins tight.
But when he actually tried it, Shen Xin discovered it wasn't so easy.
Behind him, Zhang Qifeng gave his reins a suave tug, slowing down slightly.
Amidst the urgent sound of hooves, the rider caught up.
"Saiyin Baina, Instructor!"
The rider was a young woman on a fine black horse. She held the reins in her left hand, placing her right hand over her chest as she nodded slightly in greeting.
She didn't slow down as she made the gesture, showing off her superb equestrian skills.
