C245 A Small Lesson

"A friend gifted it to me. Not a bad wager, huh?" Wood said, his voice even-keeled.

Gregory's breath hitched. The White Lunar Horse Chariot was a mark of elite status, a symbol of power, and even his own family didn't possess one.

If he could get his hands on one!

Imagining himself riding the White Lunar Horse Chariot to his friends' side tomorrow, basking in their envious stares