Zheng Huchen slightly frowned.
Jiang Li had already mounted her horse, the quiver heavy on her back, she pulled on the reins, the summer breeze caressing her face warmly, much like Xue Huaiyuan's caring admonitions, Xue Zhao's jesting remarks.
A hint of tears suddenly appeared in Jiang Li's eyes.
However, those tears quickly disappeared as the starting drums had begun, and with a "swoosh," six horses galloped off simultaneously!
To call it a gallop was, to be honest, an exaggeration, as Nie Xiaoshuang and Zhu Xiner were almost trotting; they didn't even whip their horses much, only carefully maintaining a "galloping" posture. Kong Liu wiped his face, his tone full of exasperation: "Such a waste of good horses."