Zhui Xue kicked at the ground with his front hooves, letting out a low growl, clearly agitated. Fengyu sensed something was wrong. Li Pengfei's steed suddenly went berserk and charged straight toward Fengyu. His steed was a Ferghana horse, tall and muscular—a powerful warhorse. Zhui Xue, still young, was neither as robust nor as strong as the Ferghana horse. As the other horse charged, Fengyu gripped her reins tightly and fled backward.
Fang Lingjun rode after her, shouting, "Li Pengfei, what's wrong with your horse? Why is it going wild?"
"It got startled just now, I'm not sure myself," Li Pengfei feigned panic and purposefully shouted, "Fengyu, run faster! Don't let it hit you..."
Lin Yu Yan smirked smugly, clearly waiting to see Fengyu's embarrassing moment, hoping she'd be thrown off the horse in disgrace. "She may have dodged once, but she can't dodge forever," Zhang Jingmiao gloated maliciously. "This is going to be fun—Fengyu is doomed."