"Uncle Dao, quickly lend a hand!"
Bai Qi, carrying the over three thousand-pound weight of the Red Blood Qilin Horse on his shoulder, arrived at Tongwen Hall.
His tall and slender figure appeared quite thin in comparison, as if he were crushed under a small mountain.
"Who did you kill to get this horse?"
Lao Dao, who was about to rest, opened his eyes wide as he watched Young Master Qi decapitate this exotic and invaluable steed in front of Tao Rong and Chen Zhao.
"A commonplace trick called 'luring the tiger out of the mountain'! Old as it is, but effective!"
Bai Qi shrugged his shoulders and unloaded the Red Blood Qilin Horse in the front yard with a dull "thud," like thunder that shook up a cloud of dust.
The hard water-ground bluestone cracked with a few visibly wide fractures.
"My teacher told me there's a thousand-year-old monster prepared for the seventh blood exchange.
I feel my skills are complete lately, it's time to break through, so let's get moving."
