Qing Hong smirked at Ji Xinghuo with a smug grin.
"Okay, enough, don't scare it," Ji Xinghuo of course knew what Qing Hong was thinking, "It's just a temporary mount, obviously no match for you."
Only then did Qing Hong nod in satisfaction and shrink back into hiding.
Several minutes passed before the Branch Horn Cloud Deer got back on its feet, completely subdued, allowing Ji Xinghuo to mount it.
"Let's go."
With a squeeze of his legs, Ji Xinghuo got the Branch Horn Cloud Deer running.
Soon, Ji Xinghuo realized why the Branch Horn Cloud Deer was known as one of the best mounts; it was about the same size as a horse, fitting for a human rider, much faster than a horse, and extremely stable.
Riding on the back of the Branch Horn Cloud Deer felt as steady as Mount Tai, even on the roughest terrain, with no hint of bumpiness.
In short, it offered an exceptional riding experience.
