He was in a white robe, riding on a little red horse of unknown origin. Old man Su swore that the little red horse was a Qi Lin breed, but no matter how Yi Yun looked at it, the little red horse looked too funny. Especially with old man Su’s fat ass sitting on it, the little red horse was almost swallowed by old man Su’s ass.
Seeing old man Su’s round figure and his fat belly resting on the horse’s neck, Yi Yun could only feel embarrassed and depressed.