With Gong Ji supporting him, Fourth Prince Zhao Hongli returned to stand behind the others.
"Fourth Brother, are you all right?" Eighth Prince Zhao Hongguang asked with concern. There was a trace of indignation on his face; he greatly disliked these people from the Zhengyi Sect.
Though he was still young, even he could see that these people simply wanted to watch them make fools of themselves.
He truly wanted to move the Seven Stars Sky Severing Formation here and slaughter every last one of them. Only then would his heart feel a little better.
Zhao Hongli knew that his performance had been abysmal. Before his brothers, he felt utterly humiliated.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
Seeing this scene, Princess Wu Yin's expression was also unpleasant, and her smile was forced.
Gong Ji said spiritedly, "Normal horse training is either about fostering intimacy or patiently building trust with the horse. But Dragon Steeds are different. They are immensely intelligent and submit only to the strong. Whoever is stronger earns its obedience."
After saying that, Gong Ji confidently walked toward the Dragon Steed.
As he drew near, he gazed at its scales, which gleamed with a cold light.
The mere presence exuded by the Dragon Steed was enough to make one's heart tremble.
However, Gong Ji had been riding this Dragon Steed for more than a day or two.
He was already used to it.
The corner of Gong Ji's mouth curled up. He placed both hands on the horse's back, gave a light leap, and flew onto the Dragon Steed's back.
He grabbed the Dragon Steed's two long whiskers, and it quickly settled down.
"Hyah!"
Gong Ji squeezed with his legs, and under his command, the Dragon Steed moved its hooves and slowly approached the crowd.
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