Luo Qingyi glared bitterly at Qin Jiang and then withdrew her gaze.
The whistle for the horses blared, and soon, two horses were at the starting line.
Everyone watched the scene with great interest.
Luo Qingyi was an accomplished horse rider, and she had chosen the strongest and most renowned horse in the stable, while Qin Jiang could barely stay seated on his horse, not to mention he picked such a worthless steed.
Without even watching, everyone knew the outcome!
The crowd placed their bets one after another.
Even though the odds had shifted to a thousand to one, they hesitated not a bit to bet on Luo Qingyi—after all, there was no way Qin Jiang could win this horse race.
Amidst the pervasive mockery and ridicule, Qin Jiang remained unconcerned. He placed his palm on the black horse, and a robust stream of True Qi slowly and gently infused into the black horse's body.
His True Qi was unlike the Inner Strength of an ordinary Martial Artist.