The horse was led by a rope, and when the guard held it, the veins on his arm were visibly strained, indicating that he was exerting a great deal of strength.
It was evident that the horse had quite a lot of strength. In contrast, Jazmine appeared delicate and slender. Compared to the burly soldier, handing her the reins of such a powerful horse was enough to make anyone break out in a cold sweat.
The guards around could already imagine the scene they were about to witness, where blood would most likely be splattered on the spot.
Allison looked on with a face full of smiles, her eyes brimming with eagerness.
Compared to the concerns of the people around her, Jazmine was more focused on that one horse.
After taking a closer look, it was clear that the scars on this horse were not just simple whip marks. These people had used quite a variety of methods in the process of taming this horse.