Young Master Xun looked up, the setting sun staining the horizon with shades of red, as the Snow Winged Cloud-treading Horse galloped swiftly by, as beautiful as a painting.
In this painting, a streak of sword light suddenly approached.
When it reached the Snow Winged Cloud-treading Horse, the sword light dissipated, revealing a woman in white garments.
She appeared young, at most eighteen, with a face like white porcelain, expressionless and indifferent.
Only when the Snow Winged Cloud-treading Horse galloped up to her and affectionately nudged her did a faint smile appear in her eyes.
Lu Mingshu stroked Little Daze's head and lovingly spent some time with him, "Alright, alright, I'm back now, I won't leave you behind again."
Reassured by her promise, Little Daze looked up and barked twice.
"Senior Sister Lu!" Yuan Rong shouted, flying toward her.
