VRRRRR!
The roar of propellers echoed through the dark sky.
As the flight lights drew closer, Feng Shan looked up, wondering to himself, 'Who would be coming to the Crown Territory at this hour? I didn't get a call.'
With that thought, he could no longer spare a moment to continue his conversation with Xu Hongxin. He put his fingers to his lips and blew a sharp whistle.
The next moment, the dull, rhythmic sound of hooves could be heard approaching.
The CLOP CLOP CLOP echoed across the ground, followed by the sight of Cigar's agile form galloping toward them like an arrow loosed from a bow, his posture proud and his hooves swift.
He quickly came to a stop in front of Feng Shan, tossing his magnificent head as the hot breath from his nostrils formed white plumes in the cold air.
Feng Shan vaulted nimbly onto the horse's back, settling firmly in the saddle. From this vantage point, he projected a commanding presence.
