"Giddyup, Doro, run faster!" Jiang Lan exclaimed excitedly as he rode on Doro's back.
Doro raced across the snow, her four limbs churning like wheels of wind and fire. Her round body bounced over the white snowfield, looking from a distance like a white marble someone had hurled with all their strength.
At that moment, Jiang Lan felt like a knight charging fearlessly through the snow.
"Doro!" Doro cried.
She meant, could you stop yanking my hair?
"Where else am I supposed to hold on if I don't grab your fur?" Jiang Lan shouted back, utterly unapologetic, his little hand tugging that tuft of hair again.
Doro winced and suddenly accelerated, her entire dumpling-shaped body shooting forward like a white cannonball. The momentum threw Jiang Lan backward, almost flipping him off her back. His two short legs kicked in the air twice before he barely managed to regain his balance.
Zhu Zhuyun followed behind, using her movement technique to skim across the snow on her toes as easily as walking on level ground.
Watching the human and his Martial Soul charging recklessly through the snow ahead, sending snowflakes flying everywhere, she could not help smiling.
Over these four months, she had come to understand that Jiang Lan really was strict as a master when it came to training and teaching techniques. A horse stance held for even one breath too few would not do, and a punch thrown an inch off angle had to be done over.
But in everyday life, he was a genuine eight-and-a-half-year-old child. He would tumble through the snow with his own Martial Soul, argue for ages over a single orange, and howl as he fought back when snow splattered his face.
Back in the Star Luo Empire, whenever she heard people mention the word "genius,"