On the white horse sat a young woman with a delicate and charming face. She wore a long brocade fur coat with a mink-trimmed collar that gave her a rather playful look. As the horse galloped, the fur swayed gently, making her appear exceptionally lively amidst the wind and snow.
The fine white steed sprinted forward, its four hooves trampling the snow. Its mane fluttered in the biting wind, as dazzling as a strip of fine silk. Trailing far behind this white horse were four or five other riders. They looked as though they wanted to close the distance, yet didn't quite dare to.
"PHEW."
Arriving in front of a posthouse, the young woman gripped the reins tightly to halt her horse. She reached out to gently stroke the white horse's neck, breathing out a puff of white mist. Despite the piercingly cold wind, a healthy flush colored her cheeks, a clear sign that she had achieved Blood Refining.
