Chapter 145: The Steward
The two remaining on the near bank, Wu Shang and Cheng Zhong, came back to their senses and without the slightest hesitation leaped from their horses, abandoned the animals, and skimmed across the surging river water with their lightness techniques, arriving on the far bank safely behind the carriage without incident.
The black-robed man who had been blocking people from crossing and the armored soldiers behind him made no move whatsoever.
Naturally, this was not because they were unwilling, but because they did not dare.
They had been genuinely shaken by the sight of the old man in hemp throwing a horse one-handed and the carriage flying across the Julu River through the air, and had not yet recovered their wits. To make a move in front of martial experts of such terrifying ability was simply unthinkable.
Inside the carriage, Hu Rui'an stroked his beard and looked toward Li Musheng with a composed expression, saying, "Your Highness, could this modest display of mine be considered worth something?"
Li Musheng glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Was Commissioner Hu not planning to act with caution?"
Had Hu Rui'an been the first to fly a carriage across the river, Li Musheng would not have been stingy with his praise and would have called it an impressive show.
But with the old man in hemp having done it first, what Hu Rui'an had managed was at most a copy. Put generously, it was on-the-spot borrowing of inspiration.
To speak plainly, even when it came to performing a display of casual superiority, the man had resorted to copying someone else. Could he not muster even a shred of originality?