They had agreed to meet in the North Suburb of Tu City at noon, but Mu Qingge had waited until three quarters past noon and still saw no one.
Sitting astride Black Flame, the smile at the corner of Mu Qingge's lips became more pronounced.
However, those who knew her well were aware that when she smiled like this, it was actually when her anger was at its peak.
Seeing the young lord like this, the farther away, the better, was the Dragon Tooth Guards' learned experience! Sure enough, except for Mo Yang and the two maids, the rest of the Dragon Tooth Guards kept a substantial distance, not daring to approach easily.
The wind blew and leaves fell; numerous leaves drifted down from the branches, on the verge of touching Mu Qingge's robes.
Suddenly, a loud, clear neigh echoed.
Black Flame raised its head, and a layer of black flame erupted from its body, instantly incinerating the descending leaves.
