"If I hadn't stayed within the confines of this compound, there wouldn't be a problem. But tell me, who in this compound doesn't know that the Ink Dragon Steed was a gift I gave to my godfather? They wouldn't dare take it for themselves, not even if they had the guts. Therefore, I am certain that someone from the Great Northwest must have swiped it."
Li Yuemin stared at the pitch-black training ground, filled with endless regret—regret that he had completely forgotten about the existence of the Ink Dragon Steed.
"You can't be serious. It’s just a horse. Is it really worth all this?"
Chapter 107