And on the sides of the mountain path, there were still several warhorses stationed, their riders staring in the direction of the approaching carriage with cold, indifferent eyes, as if they were watching a dead man.
The coachman's complexion changed drastically!
In a hurry, he shouted "Whoa!" trying to stop the carriage.
But how could the galloping horses stop just because he said so?
His eyes bulged, his hands desperately pulled back on the reins, the straps cutting deep into the flesh of his palms, yet he felt nothing at all!
"Whoa!——"
He yelled at the top of his voice!
The wind blew fiercely, rustling loudly!
It blew off the straw hat on his head, revealing the face that Su Pan'er was familiar with.
Who else could it be but Lui Muyi?