The Story Was

The sound of galloping horseshoes walked slowly along the road of the Land Wind city. 

After the ride all day, finally, the Crown Prince's and others arrived at a transit town which was always bustling with migrants who entered the borders of the Dai Yang and rested before continuing their journey from there.

The Crown Prince on his big horse was at the front, while Bai Ying was behind with Chen Ming and the others. Since leaving the black widow vila, he seems to avoid him. Bei Yau was aware of that but he didn't dare ask anything, whereas the Crown Prince had always been cold and often scolded him and his men for no reason.

"Bei, is it still far?" he asked.

Bei Yau drew closer.

"Report Your Highness, after passing this road, it is right around the corner."

Luo Xiang looked behind him, slowing his horse and deliberately waiting for Bai Ying to pass. He grabbed Bai Ying's horse bridle and tugged it.