Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 118 Confrontation

Violeta said, "If they're buying the horse, why do they need to hit it?"

Sara replied, "Because there's a nasty woman!"

Julian warned, "Sara, don't talk like that."

Sara pouted and muttered, "I'm not making it up. Nyla whips the horses every time she comes here ... "

The inn also sold horses, but not everyone treated them kindly.

Some people saw horses as companions, while others viewed them merely as tools.

People on the Yurtlandia Grasslands, who spent every day with their horses, naturally felt upset when their horses were beaten.

However, Nyla Smith was a big client, so they had to tolerate her behaviour.

As they passed by Princess's stall, Violeta couldn't help but ask, "Can I choose her?"

Julian replied, "Are you sure? She might throw you off."

"I want to go in and see."

Seeing Violeta's interest in Princess, Julian opened the door. "Go ahead."

Once inside, Violeta was struck by how beautiful the white horse was.

With her snowy white coat, she would look majestic running across the Yurtlandia Grasslands.

as Violeta looked closer, she noticed a small notch in Princess's ear. "What's this?

and got returned multiple times. Nyla couldn't tame her, and when she came back, her

together, a flicker of displeasure in her

horse, marred by

such a

out of the eastern stable, dragging a few horses with them. Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red

horses had fresh whip marks on its body, red and

taming horses was

still do business with someone

horse trading channels around here. If we don't sell to

horse might not cost much, but feeding a herd was

couldn't sustain so many

of the horses Nyla was leading resisted. Nyla immediately raised her whip

Whack-whack

people standing next to her acted like it was nothing unusual, wearing

for whipping horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, so with each lash, the horse's cries

couldn't bear

stand it any longer. She stepped

"Hmm?"

eyes landed

she muttered something in Yurtlandianese to Violeta, "Outsiders shouldn't meddle in our business, or I'll whip you

tell they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their kind before. She didn't take Violeta seriously at

Nyla turned back and prepared

forward and grabbed Nyla's whip tightly. "It's a living being too. Why are you

told you not