C417 Audience Hall of the Holy Light

"A good horse indeed." Du Jiuyue lightly patted the horse's head.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The white horse let out a long, gentle hiss and stretched out its neck to grind Du Jiuyue's shoulders in a spoiled manner.

"Beautiful horses, this is perfect for you! Let's go!"

With a smile, Ji Yilang walked Du Jiuyue onto the back of the horse