C357 Mystic Mist City

Zhuo Jinshu chased for the time it takes an incense stick to burn before chasing up the stairs.

She did not intend to wait for him. All along the way, she rode her horse at full gallop. If it wasn't for the horse he was riding, she would have already thrown him off.

"Where did you learn such an exquisite horse riding technique?" Zhuo Jinshu was puzzled and asked loudly from behind her