Chapter 15 Rolling_1

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves echoing.

A hint of splendid rosy clouds unfolded at the horizon.

Soon, under everyone's suspicious gazes.

The rosy clouds enveloped the sky.

A horse-drawn carriage trod in the air out of nowhere.

Feng Bao, with his impressive ability to judge, noticed at first glance the four horses in front of the carriage. Each one was peculiar in shape, with a high, protruding forehead, eyes like copper bells, jaws resembling a pig dragon, and two long whiskers fluttering in the wind.

The coachman on the carriage was struggling to control these four horses.

"Huh—"

"Is it a Dragonhorse?!"

Feng Bao couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"No, there are no horns on their heads. It should be a Mixed Chi Horse."

"Judging by its aura, it must be a Class III, middle grade..."

Master Yan, however, talked sternly, as he shifted his gaze from the seemingly unskilled coachman and stared intently at the white curtain of the carriage.