บท 1539: A kick

On a mountain road, the red-dressed Feng Jiu sat with one foot folded across Old White's back while the other leg dangled on its side. She was crunching on fruit in her hand. Her figure was swaying leisurely along with Old White's steps.

"Old White, walk faster. With this kind of speed, how can I take you on a journey with me in the future?" Feng Jiu said helplessly while nibbling at the fruit.

She had thought about it earlier! Going to Shun Yan City was not a matter of spending a short time on the road and then arriving at the destination. She thought of taking along Old White to slip away stealthily, but Old White stayed home for too long. Once it went outside, this horse was unable to gallop.

If they went on like this, when would they get to Shun Yan City?