The scorching sensation of the heat wave was gradually subdued by the cold winter wind.
Li Yinxiang watched as that red horse sped away on all four legs. It was clearly frail, yet seemed faster than her own mount, disappearing like a streak of crimson fire at the edge of her vision. She patted her horse, and the blue horse accelerated again, but still lost track of it.
Standing alone on horseback on the street, the young hero in a moon-white robe sighed with regret as he looked at the jade plaque in his hand, and had no choice but to rein in his horse and turn back.
The blue horse beneath her had swift hooves and quickly returned.
The onlookers and martial soldiers from earlier had dispersed cleanly in such a short time. The comings and goings were only slightly denser than usual with nothing unusual otherwise.
