Feng Jin's teeth were white but he was full of fragrant words; Fu Zhe clearly wanted to monopolize the talent capable of taming horses or even beasts, hence his intentional concealment. What did he mean by saying 'the heart feels like a horse'?
"Little Jin."
Fu Zhe laughed heartily.
Feng Jin typically didn't curse at anyone, was cold and indifferent to others, but would jest and jestingly scold only him. To be scolded by Feng Jin, this was something Chi Suo couldn't surpass no matter how hard he tried.
"..."
Feng Jin thought Fu Zhe was a pervert.
She closed her eyes, no longer discussing Nanxiong City, Nanyue Lake, Black Dragon Colt, Iron-Arm Monkeys, and the situation of horse trainers with Fu Zhe, resting quietly outside the city.
"Little Jin, who exactly are we waiting for?"
Fu Zhe pursued the question.
Feng Jin ignored him.
But soon——
Clop clop clop!
From the northwest, the sound of hooves rose again!
...
