Leaving Zhao Dabing and Qing'er dumbfounded, Li Guanyi rode away with Xue Shuangtao on two horses meant for pulling carts. Without saddles or reins, it was actually quite unsafe, but sensing the presence of the White Tiger, they were exceptionally well-behaved.
Both docile and timid.
Once they were off the main road and there were no more broad paths ahead, Li Guanyi put two fingers to his lips and blew a horse whistle. The horses stopped, and Li Guanyi nimbly dismounted.
The young lady riding the other horse stopped as well.
Without a saddle or reins, the young lady anxiously clung to the horse's mane.
Her face turned pale.
The horse wanted to struggle.
But sensing that behind the smiling, amiable youth before it lurked a terrifying presence, one not even the most fearsome tigers they had ever seen could match, it had no choice but to remain docile. Li Guanyi extended his hand, letting Xue Shuangtao place hers on his wrist for support as she dismounted.