Yang Qing and Jiang Zhizhou stepped forward, rounded a screen, and suddenly found a horse before them.
No, it was a statue of a horse.
Its muscles bulged beneath sleek contours, and its four legs brimmed with power.
Its head was raised high, its forelegs thrusting into the air, as though its ringing neigh already echoed in their ears.
"This horse must be Chasing Wind."
Yang Qing, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others circled the horse statue twice.
The horse seemed so full of life that, without a close look, they might have mistaken it for a real one.
"The Eastern Radiance Ancient Kingdom was said to abound with talent, with people coming from every direction to pay homage. That was certainly no empty boast."
Great mastery revealed itself in the smallest details.
If a horse could be sculpted so convincingly that the false passed for the real, how many truly gifted people must have been hidden among the inhabitants of the Eastern Radiance Ancient Kingdom?
Bu Er, however, kept staring at the horse's eyes.
"Young Master, look at its eyes. They seem alive."
Bu Er had examined those eyes more than a dozen times, and each time, he felt that they were looking back at him.
At his words, Yang Qing leaned closer.
Sure enough, he saw his own reflection in the horse's eyes.
More importantly, he saw one of those eyes turn at an exceedingly slow pace.
It moved so slowly that Yang Qing thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Bu Er stood on the other side, practically draping his entire body over the horse.
He even reached out to touch its eye, but Yang Qing shouted for him to stop.
"Stop!"
But Bu Er's finger was barely an inch from the eye. At Yang Qing's shout,