"Nice to meet you, I'm from 0791..."
"How about it! Want to ride?"
Li Pan followed the old man's pointing finger and turned his head to look. Far off in the horse arena, he saw a female rider in equestrian attire riding a black Arabian horse, racing across the pasture, darting through orchards, blooming flowers, and by the lakes.
Despite the distance and not being able to see her face clearly, her figure was quite alright. After all, the genes of the rich have been tweaked, haven't they? Of course, what caught the most attention was the Arabian horse. Its jaw was deep and broad, its neck long and elegantly shaped, its ribs well-sprung, its tail set high, its haunches deep, its limbs slender, its posture impeccable, and its tendons well-defined. Its mane was pure black with not a single strand of another color. When it ran, it moved like a shadow, light and fast, swift as the wind.
Li Pan came back to his senses to find the old man still staring at him, and quickly said,
