'Alright, fine. Let's try this again,'
With some effort, he managed to climb back into the saddle .
He sat there for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
This time, he was determined. He would not let his mount make a fool of him again.
"Okay, Ash," he said, trying to sound confident. "Let's go, but take it slow."
With a gentle nudge to the horse's sides, he braced himself for the worst—another wild gallop, or worse, a sudden bolt into the bushes.
But to his surprise, it responded with a calm, steady pace, almost as if the horse had finally decided to take pity on its struggling rider.
Fang Xuan blinked, half-expecting a trick, but the horse kept moving forward without any sudden outbursts.
'Wait… is this real?' he muttered under his breath, adjusting his grip on the reins.
Ash's gait was far from smooth, and every step jolted Fang Xuan awkwardly, but at least they weren't darting left and right like before.
