1663: A Young "Master"

A Young "Master"

In fact, the empress dowager didn't know why she was so angry either. She just was.1

She was very mad!

Granny Lan could only smile bitterly.

Emperor Wu and the empress dowager weren't the only ones who were paying attention to what was about to happen; Empress Dugu had been discussing it with the other noble ladies as well.

Because the stakes were simply too striking.

Meanwhile, the race was about to begin.

Sefiro's horse was an impressive one.

It was strong, had sharp eyes and glossy hair, and was unparalleled on the grassland. It was almost as good as the chieftain's own horse.

Thus, everyone looked at Feng Wu when they saw the horse.

Feng Wu brought out her horse as well.

The contrast wasn't too striking when the two horses were apart, but now that they were put together, the difference was simply too glaring.

"Lightbolt, you don't need to run too fast. 30% of your normal speed will be enough." Sefiro rubbed her horse's head.

Lightbolt had the intelligence of an eight-year-old, so it could understand Sefiro.

It glanced at Feng Wu's horse contemptuously and raised its chin proudly, as if its opponent was some unworthy farm horse.

Feng Wu's thin horse even had a wounded right front hoof, but it completely ignored its opponent's attitude.

"You're such a mild-tempered little horse." Feng Wu patted its head and was amused.

Horse racing was all about attitude.

And Feng Wu's horse had already lost in that aspect.

"I'll call you 'Little Master' from now on. How about that?"

Little Master couldn't be bothered to roll its eyes. It glanced at Feng Wu, lay back down, and yawned.

It yawned?

Right now?

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

The crowd, on the other hand, was speechless.

They were completely baffled by Feng Wu's choice.

She had to have lost her mind to compete against Sefiro with this scrawny, lame, and lazy horse!

Sefiro didn't find the race very fair like this either, so she frowned at Feng Wu. "How about you change your horse?"

Feng Wu said confidently, "Don't worry. My Little Master can definitely win."

Sefiro rolled her eyes and found her words to be nothing but hot air.

"If you can use this lazy horse to win against my Lightbolt… I'll give you all my wealth!" Sefiro found Feng Wu's claim outrageous.

Feng Wu glanced at her. "You mean it?"

Sefiro patted her chest. "Every word!"

Feng Wu said, "Good, write it down."

Hence, it was added to the contract.

The Senal Grassland believed in God Ala, whereas the Junwu Empire believed in the god of martial arts. Therefore, by burning the contract in front of both gods, no one was allowed to break their promise.

"Let's begin!"

Whoosh —

Sefiro's Lightbolt dashed off like a bolt of lightning as soon as it heard the whistle.

But Feng Wu's Little Master—

Well, Feng Wu hadn't even climbed onto the horse yet.

"Hey, you've been lying there for a while already. Can you get up now?" Feng Wu kicked the horse in the butt.

The horse replied with a yawn.

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

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