Prince Mo's team was somewhat different from the others. The man in the striking black robes at the head, the half-masked Prince Mo, seemed rather languid in his demeanor.
He gripped his longbow and squeezed his horse’s flanks, sending the animal galloping forward like a gust of wind. He raised his bow in a slow, leisurely manner.
But before he had even fully raised the bow, the horse had already galloped past the archery target, flashing by and racing far into the distance.
Chapter 203