Chapter 958: Admiring the Paintings

Daven Walker swung up onto the white horse's back. The animal was gentle by nature and didn't resist him at all. If anything, it broke into a cheerful run, practically buzzing with excitement. It had clearly been cooped up in the stable for far too long. Daven suddenly spoke to it as if it were a person. "From today on, I'll call you Little White Dragon." The white horse jolted in shock. What the hell? This guy can talk? Daven's face darkened. "You've got a mouth on you, huh?" The horse froze...