The impatient girl sitting on the red horse snapped her whip in the air, her slanted eyes gazing at the young man sitting cross-legged on the grass, emphasizing once again.
"I said, lift your head."
The atmosphere slightly froze instantly.
Helian Pan shifted his gaze from the girl to the blue-clad young man sitting cross-legged.
Qibi Heli silently clutched his longbow.
Wang Anfeng, with abundant Qi Mechanism within him, was extremely calm. He nodded, placed the instrument on the grass in front of him, and lifted his head. The sunlight shone into his eyes, allowing him to see the girl's appearance clearly. She wore a slightly dull red garment, sat on the horse, and looked down at him from above.
Her eyes were elongated, her complexion not fair, but she exuded an air of enthusiasm.
A band made of intertwined colorful ribbons tied her forehead, her brows were high, and suddenly she laughed, riding her horse left and right, speaking in a light, proud voice:
