The Black Horse Will Win

The horse's hooves flew and dust rose everywhere. Gu Jingtong quickly chased after Feng Qing. She was only half a horse's length away from her. As long as she stretched out her hand, she could touch Feng Qing.

"Feng Qing, you're going to lose. I don't dare to say anything else, but you can forget about defeating me in the racecourse. You're only worthy of eating dirt behind me." Gu Jingtong sneered.

As soon as she finished speaking, she swung her whip and struck the horse's rump. Instantly, the little white horse beneath her sped up again, and in the blink of an eye, it overtook Feng Qing and quickly pulled away.

As they sped away, a word surfaced in Gu Jingtong's heart. She wanted to leave Feng Qing in the dust and let her lose. She wanted Feng Qing to know what it meant to be humiliated by challenging her strength.