"Zhou Li, don't force me to kneel and beg you to switch to a normal horse."
At the city gate, Master Hong firmly grasped Zhou Li's shoulders and gritted his teeth, "Do you have any idea how much commotion this lady will cause entering the city—this… horse… zombie… Western… I don't even know how to describe her?"
"What's the issue?"
Zhou Li raised an eyebrow, surprised, "Are you also horse-loving bandits?"
"Can you say something I can understand?"
Master Hong slapped Zhou Li's back forcefully, whispering, "Your…"
"Just call her Her Excellency Joan of Arc."
Zhou Li interjected, "Before she died, she was a saint of great renown in the West."
"Oh, Her Excellency Joan of Arc."
Master Hong nodded, speaking softly, "Are you serious about the condition of Her Excellency Joan of Arc? This is a Jiang Gui; normally, if she appeared near Shangjing City, it would be cause for a citywide alarm. Are you serious?"
"Don't ask me."
