Below the sunset, the darkened heavenly dome had already revealed a few stars, and a crescent moon shone silvery white.
Little Prince Yang Xi stood suspended in mid-air, almost touching the clouds, his figure tall and broad, like a divine being leaning against the starry black dome of the sky, raising his hand in the air, seemingly drawing the boundless light of the crescent moon into his palm, transforming it into a small ocean-like expanse.
This scene suddenly illuminated everything within dozens of miles around Snake Fish Town.
"That silhouette beneath the moon is..."
In the distance on the official road, suddenly the sound of hooves thundering like lightning approached the town with several riders.
All the riders wore dark golden robes with black inner garments, around thirty years old, men like tigers, horses like dragons, beneath each horse's hoof were scales resembling those of Flood Dragon Qilin, these were Flood Dragon Horses.
