C51 51st Chapter

It was another ordinary morning, and a carriage was moving along the road, riding elite riders in front and behind.

A seventeen or eighteen year old baby-faced child was riding a horse from afar. "Go. ... Che..."

He came to the front of the carriage. "In front of Young lord is the Fresh Breeze Village."

"Ahem, got it. You guys do as you see fit."

"It's Young Mistress