"It was just a small favor, miss. There's no need to thank me."
Sensing the goodwill in Shi Lan's gaze, Zhao Yun straightened a little:
"If you have no other business to take care of, we can set off right away."
For Shi Lan, meeting a martial arts supreme as soon as possible was naturally a good thing. She immediately nodded in agreement, then turned to Zhang Fei:
"Thank you, Brother Yide. Please thank Lord Liu for me. I'll remember this kindness."
There was no such thing as a free lunch. The chance to receive personal guidance from a martial arts supreme wasn't something one could get easily. Liu Bei must have put in a word; there was no reason he would do this for no reason other than to win people over.
That was very much in keeping with the impression of Liu Xuande that Shi Lan had in her mind.
After Zhang Fei took his leave, Shi Lan followed Zhao Yun out of Zhuo Commandery and came to a valley beyond the city.
On one side of the valley stood a remarkably handsome heavenly steed, its head crowned with two horns. Its entire body was snow-white, without a single speck of another color, and white dragon scales covered its back and flanks. As its nostrils flared, pure essence of heaven and earth swirled around it, its aura sacred and ethereal.
What unsettled Shi Lan was that this heavenly steed was also above the eighth rank. In the Lingyang Realm, it would be a great figure on the level of a demon emperor, fearsomely powerful.
"This is my mount. Her name is Yulan, and she's a cross between a North Sea white dragon and a heavenly steed."
Zhao Yun walked to the white horse's side and gently