C81 Topple

Clopping hooves echoed behind Chen Xiaozhi.

He turned to find a man in black astride a horse, casually dressed yet with a sword at his waist. What caught Xiaozhi's eye were the man's thick, singular brows and piercing gaze. Locking eyes with him gave one the unsettling feeling of being prey under a wolf's watchful eye, like a fish on the cutting board, evoking an innate sense of vulnerability