"Young... Young Master Zeng?!!!"
Wang Daoyuan was completely dumbfounded upon seeing Zeng Anmin. A moment later, sheer delight suddenly swept across his face.
"You... You're not dead!!"
"Cut the crap. Give me the horse. I need it."
Zeng Anmin shot him a sideways glance. His clothes were soaking wet, and he wanted to hurry home to change.
He remembered reading martial arts novels in his past life, where Martial Artists would just circulate their Inner Strength and evaporate any moisture on their bodies. He had tried to channel his Martial Artist aura to do the same, but only ended up blowing his sleeves to pieces.
"Oh, right, right!"
Wang Daoyuan did not dare to hesitate for a second. He quickly dismounted and handed the horse over to Zeng Anmin.
"Come to the Office of the Chief Clerk to get it back from me later."
Leaving only that sentence behind, Zeng Anmin spurred the horse and galloped toward the Governor's Mansion.
Meanwhile, at the Governor's Mansion.
