C696 The Withering Tiger Sect

"Let's head out, Zhao," Lin Rong'er said, clad in a form-fitting outfit that accentuated her spirited and striking appearance – she was quite a sight.

Zhao Dong nodded, pleasantly surprised to find a horse waiting for him too. They weren't alone; Yu Niang and a retinue of several dozen guards trailed behind them.

"Let's set off, giddy up!" Lin Rong'er charged ahead, leading the way