Their owners, and the stable hands tending to them, stood utterly dumbfounded; they had never even heard of such a bizarre occurrence, let alone witnessed it.

At the main gate, Jin Weiguo was frozen in place, staring vacantly at the proud, head-tilted Fengliu.

Huang Hai and Wang Chen’s mouths were agape, unable to close.

Huang Hai, also fond of horses and a frequent visitor to the stables, had never seen anything like this either.

Only Long Feng and Zhang Yang looked somewhat composed; they were surprised, but not entirely paralyzed like Huang Hai and the others.

Long Cheng and Huang Jing were slightly better off, as they were among the few who knew Fengliu's true identity.

Fengliu turned back, casting a smug glance at Jin Weiguo, then slowly proceeded further into the grounds with a leisurely gait.

"The Horse King! It is the Horse King! Fengliu is the Horse King!"

Finally snapping out of his stupor, Jin Weiguo let out a heart-wrenching roar. The exertion made his voice tremble unnervingly.

Jin Weiguo’s body shook, but it was from excitement. He hurried to catch up with Fengliu, positioning himself respectfully behind the magnificent animal this time.

"The Horse King?"

Huang Hai, Qi Heng, and the others paused, slightly bewildered. Especially Huang Hai, an ardent horse lover, who instantly grasped Jin Weiguo's meaning.

The Horse King was a creature of legend—a sovereign among horses. When the Horse King appeared, all other steeds would bow in homage; any horse encountering it was destined to submit.

What had just happened bore an uncanny resemblance to that very tale. Perhaps only a Horse King could command such universal, immediate reverence.

"I never imagined the rumors were true. The Horse King, truly incredible!"

Qi Heng shook his head, sighing softly, then glanced at Zhang Yang with a touch of envy.

Qi Heng’s interest in horses paled in comparison to Jin Weiguo’s, but as close friends, he had developed some understanding out of shared affection.

Unlike Jin Weiguo, whose first thought was respect for the Horse King, Qi Heng immediately considered its immense value. A Horse King meant unimaginable worth. Zhang Yang was incredibly fortunate to acquire such a rare sight.

"Let's go inside too," Huang Hai sighed, watching Zhang Yang and the others walk in.

He had planned to race his own horse against Fengliu upon arrival today. Huang Hai kept a fine European bloodline horse boarded at the stable, which had cost him sixty thousand pounds—nearly 600,000 RMB—more than a standard BMW sedan.

Looking back now, he felt a surge of relief. Thank goodness he hadn't suggested a race earlier; it would have been humiliating. His prize stallion might not even be able to stand steady before Fengliu, let alone compete.

Fengliu led the way, its head held high, radiating an air of aloofness and the commanding presence of royalty.

As a Spirit Beast, Fengliu was inherently superior to common horses. No matter how expensive or purebred the noble horse, it had to lower its head before the noble heritage of a Spirit Beast.

Fengliu's demeanor instantly captivated everyone within the stables.

As it entered the main yard and let out an even louder neigh, the kneeling horses seemed granted amnesty and slowly rose. All the horses stood still, unwilling to move even when their handlers pulled the reins.

"Young Master Jin, is this... is this a new import? So impressive!"

Several people approached from the entrance area, the closest guests who had come to enjoy the stables. Like Jin Weiguo, they were horse enthusiasts, though not to the point of obsession.

"No, no, Fengliu is a friend of Mr. Zhang's. He is merely visiting as a guest today!"

Jin Weiguo frantically shook his hands. He no longer viewed Fengliu as an ordinary horse, or even just an animal. In his mind, Fengliu had been elevated to a status equal to Zhang Yang—a figure of stature and dignity who deserved profound respect.

They could discuss importing other breeds, but never Fengliu.

Fengliu snorted softly, seemingly pleased with Jin Weiguo's response, then cast a mischievous look toward the approaching group.

These individuals were oblivious to the danger; one man even attempted to reach out and pat Fengliu’s head, only to be stopped just in time by Jin Weiguo, averting a dire outcome. Touching Fengliu like that would have been akin to suicide, and certainly not a pleasant way to die.

"Young Master Jin, could this truly be the legendary Horse King?"

Three more men approached, led by a sharply dressed, charismatic man in his early forties. He was the well-known head of a state-owned enterprise who enjoyed riding occasionally, though he wasn't obsessed with horses. However, he had certainly heard the legend of the Horse King.

"Yes, I believe Fengliu is the Horse King!"

Jin Weiguo nodded immediately. By this time, Zhang Yang and his group had followed inside, and a crowd quickly began to gather.

"Let's move to the lounge. With everyone gathered here, nothing else can be accomplished," Qi Heng murmured to Jin Weiguo. The stable was large, and more people were heading their way, which would only swell the crowd. Furthermore, with Fengliu present, the other horses were too unsettled to move, preventing guests who wanted a casual ride from doing so.

"Right, to the lounge!"

Jin Weiguo agreed instantly. Zhang Yang walked to Fengliu’s side. With so many people around, he needed to supervise the horse personally; Fengliu only responded to him, and an accident could easily occur otherwise.

The stable lounge was incomparable to a high-end golf club lounge. The two venues served inherently different purposes, and the stables didn't require such luxury; as long as the other facilities were adequate, it sufficed.

As they moved toward the lounge, over thirty people had already congregated around Fengliu. Those frequenting the stables were invariably wealthy or influential, and all were intensely curious about Fengliu, crowding around for a closer look. Fortunately, the lounge was spacious enough to accommodate the large group without feeling cramped.

Once Fengliu entered the lounge and was out of sight of the horses outside, the other animals finally dared to stir slowly, allowing their owners to mount them. However, despite being urged and whipped, none of the horses would break into a run; they were still reeling from the residual pressure of Fengliu's presence.

"Mr. Zhang, I truly never expected Fengliu to be the Horse King. My greatest lifelong wish was to witness the Horse King once. It is you, Mr. Zhang, who has made my dream come true. Weiguo sincerely thanks you!"

After they were seated, Jin Weiguo spoke to Zhang Yang, his face full of genuine emotion.

"Young Master Jin is too kind," Zhang Yang replied with a slight shake of his head.

He knew, however, that Jin Weiguo spoke from the heart. People utterly devoted to a passion never lied about matters concerning that passion. Such individuals possessed a certain naivety, but also aspects worthy of respect.

"Mr. Zhang, where is the Horse King? Where is he?"

A man's loud shout suddenly echoed from the lounge entrance. A young man under thirty strode quickly inside, accompanied by a beautiful young woman and four large men in black suits—bodyguards whose attire resembled Long Feng’s.

"Xu Lang, I have told you repeatedly not to shout in the lounge!"

Jin Weiguo's brow twitched slightly in clear displeasure. The young man approached with a perpetual smirk, clearly unconcerned with Jin Weiguo's admonition.

"A fine horse, Young Master Jin! You are truly impressive to have acquired such a magnificent animal!"

Upon seeing Fengliu beside him, the young man named Xu Lang’s eyes lit up, and he exclaimed.

Jin Weiguo’s brow twitched again, his face clouding over. He appeared decidedly unimpressed by this Xu Lang. Huang Hai and the others watched Xu Lang with curiosity. Jin Weiguo, like Qi Heng, was one of the most influential young masters in Zhejiang Province; it was surprising to see someone dare show him such disrespect.

"Fengliu is not mine. He is Mr. Zhang's friend, here as a guest today," Jin Weiguo stated coolly, suppressing his rising anger.

At this moment, he found himself strongly agreeing with Zhang Yang's earlier words. A horse this magnificent, this truly a Horse King, deserved to be treated as a friend. Zhang Yang introducing Fengliu as his friend had struck a chord with Jin Weiguo. He would now introduce him that way to everyone else.

"Mr. Zhang? Which Mr. Zhang?"

Hearing that Jin Weiguo didn't own Fengliu, the young man Xu Lang’s eyes brightened again, and he immediately inquired.

"Old Cai, who exactly is this Xu Lang? How dare he be so arrogant here?"

Wang Chen couldn't help but pull Cai Zheleng aside and whisper, asking. Everyone could see that Xu Lang showed no genuine respect toward Jin Weiguo and his group, piquing his curiosity.

Cai Zheleng was related to Qi Heng and, being closer to Shanghai, knew more about the local dynamics than Wang Chen.

"Just some rich playboy. He’s not from the mainland; he’s from Taiwan Island. His family holds significant influence in both the political and military sectors there, and he has immense personal wealth. Weiguo has disliked him for a long time, but people like him cannot be dealt with rashly," Cai Zheleng explained quietly, also clearly disapproving of Xu Lang.

Wang Chen nodded thoughtfully. This fellow was from Taiwan Island and held some sway there. Such a background naturally made people in the mainland cautious; mishandling him could potentially strain cross-strait relations, a responsibility Jin Weiguo and his circle couldn't afford to shoulder.

"Mr. Zhang is my friend. Xu Lang, what is your business here?"

Jin Weiguo sounded even more displeased as he posed the question. Beside him, Fengliu lazily raised its head and glared at Xu Lang. Unfortunately, Fengliu's eyes were so stunning that even when glaring, it failed to look angry, appearing only more beautiful.

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