Though the green horse Garstoby had transformed into had an unusual coat, it was immensely powerful. After all, it was a dragon to its bones. Let alone racing across land, even if asked to gallop upon the winds and tread the clouds, or race through water and fire, it would be no trouble at all. It shot off like smoke, so fast that if Leon had not been highly skilled himself, he might have been flung straight to the ground and left half-dead.
Even so, by the time it whinnied and completed a circuit around Gars City before returning, Leon's hair and clothes had been blown into utter disarray. His long hair, which had originally been neatly tied up, now looked practically like the Beatles'.
With Leon's abilities, of course he could have used battle aura to protect his clothes and hair. If he wished, not even a single strand of hair would have moved. But Gars's custom was that when making this circuit around the city, one had to face the wind and have one's clothes and hair blown messy, symbolizing that everyone had witnessed it. So he did not use battle aura, relying solely on his riding skill to stay firmly seated on the horse's back as the gale howled into his face. By the time he returned from that lap, he had become a completely different sight. He no longer possessed the usual dignity of High Priest Igor; instead, he looked more like the bandit he had been when he roamed the Western Wasteland.
Watching him ride back from the air, then get surrounded by attendants and taken away to be groomed again, Sui Xiong could not help but smile.
Just then, the green steed suddenly sprang up, flipped over in midair, and transformed into a streak