Under Helan Mountain, Guo Xiangyu's bay mare trod upon the morning frost.
Her hairpin was in disarray, yet she stubbornly gazed southward. Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves came from behind. Xiao Lingling's red skirt cut through the thin mist like flames: "Sister, don't go! The 'Soul-Attracting Bell' of the White Bone Sect has laid a deadly trap thirty miles away!"
"Step aside!" Guo Xiangyu drew the jade flute with a reverse motion, the flute reflecting her reddened eyes, "I'd rather die on my way to see him than count the crevices in this mountain cave waiting to turn into a stone of longing!"
She suddenly shook the reins, and the bay mare reared up, its front hooves nearly grazing Xiao Lingling's nose as it came down.
At that critical moment, Shi Xiong suddenly leapt forward and embraced the horse's leg: "Miss Guo! Young Master said before he left..."
