It was clearly the dragon horse that had been obtained from Xue Qinshuang and lost in the Pharmacist Valley.
The horse ran straight to Wang Anfeng's side, lowered its head, and affectionately rubbed Wang Anfeng's palm with its head. Wang Anfeng's eyes widened as he looked toward the Scholar and said, "This, this is..."
The Scholar in the green robe spoke indifferently,
"Go."
Wang Anfeng bowed with his fists and said softly,
"Yes."
Leaping up, he straddled the horse's back, ready to leave, when he heard the cold voice of Mr. Ying,
"You do not regret?"
Wang Anfeng shook his head, gave the horse's back a light pat, and the superior foreign horse began to stride, dashing like a gust of wind, like a sharp arrow shooting toward the direction of Wanling City.
Next to the Scholar, a phantom Taoist appeared, speaking in a low voice,
"Aren't you going to stop him?"
The Scholar fell unusually silent for a moment before speaking indifferently,
