The horses at the scene calmed down after Ye Haohuan gave one of them a bowl of water to drink.
The soldiers present, along with Xuanyuan Feng and Xuanyuan Yunlong, made sure their horses were settled before turning their attention to Ye Shiqi, Ye Haohuan, and their steeds.
To the people on the scene, it felt like an illusion, as if the horses of the two young masters seemed more spirited than their own.
On closer examination, their horses were indeed of the same breed they had always been, perhaps just more spirited after drinking the water.
This was the best possible state for a horse before a race.
"Can we start now?" Xuanyuan Yunlong had a sense of urgency, if they didn't set off soon it would be midday, and his father would insist on hosting a banquet for the distinguished guests, further delaying the race.
"You know this place better. From here, where should the race go? Let's not head to any crowded areas, we don't want to risk hurting bystanders!"
