The speed of the single rider and horse was incredibly fast, kicking up clouds of dust.
Clearly a man was riding the horse, but his features were completely indiscernible.
Given his speed as he approached the carriage, showing no sign of slowing, it seemed as if he was going to collide with it.
And in the carriage was Chu Qianli.
Fu Ning sat at the front of the carriage, instinctively wanting to dodge, but as she started to move, she immediately sat back down.
Dodging was a survival instinct, but the person in the carriage was a young lady—what would happen to her if Fu Ning dodged?
Though her own body was frail, perhaps she might still be able to block it.
As the horse was about to collide, Fu Ning had no time to get up, her palms instantly filled with all of her True Qi.
Chu Minghao had not expected someone to dare collide with his convoy.
But such speed was too fast; although he was not far from Chu Qianli's carriage, he felt no desire to go and save them.
