I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

The palanquin, which had raced down the mountains, finally came to a stop upon reaching the grasslands.

It wasn’t because the maids who had carried it were tired or exhausted.

It was because Jincheon, who had been riding inside, desperately needed rest.

Tap.

The palanquin stopped, and Jincheon stepped down.

As his legs wobbled beneath him, what greeted him were dozens upon dozens of horses.

Oh.

Even in his weary state, Jincheon couldn’t help but be impressed.

The herd of horses sprawled across the emerald grasslands was a sight to behold—utterly majestic.

Just then, familiar figures caught Jincheon’s eye.

Swish.

“We pay our respects to the Red Dragon.”