A day later.
In the racecourse, three fine steeds galloped, at times side by side, at times keeping a distance.
After a refreshing and exhilarating run, Bai Zhi'er on her red date horse was the first to stop.
"Hoo…" She wiped the sweat from her forehead, watching Feng Fuce and Xie Yu galloping side by side ahead.
They had too much stamina; she was tired from playing and didn't want to chase anymore.
Slowly, Bai Zhi'er rode to a nearby stand to rest, where Cai Ying immediately handed her some chilled tea.
When Feng Fuce and Xie Yu stopped, she waved: "You both come rest a bit too!"
As Xie Yu walked over, he took a teacup from the servant and drank it in one go.
His sweat flowed across his sharp brows, panting as he looked at Feng Fuce.
Xie Yu said: "In Yan Country, no one can outrun me in horse racing, but you have pretty good riding skills."
