Fu Qian was quite confident that the figure who fell didn't even touch a single horsehair.
Even a bit earlier, he had already noticed the person itching to make a move by the roadside.
Standing with a calm and serene demeanor behind a straight and green tree on this obligatory path back to the city, eyes locked on the carriage.
And the subsequent action, which felt highly incongruous, was, to be fair, rather skillful.
After scaring the horse pulling the carriage, a series of smooth follow-up moves were executed, and now he was curled up on the ground in an extremely standard posture.
This Paradise is indeed exceptional; little did he expect to witness two types of livelihoods before even entering the city.
Even from Fu Qian's perspective, it was hard to pick out too many flaws, leaving him momentarily admiring.
"It's them again."
