"Three!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The white horse didn't budge an inch. Instead, it let out a few pained whinnies.
Everyone: "..."
The atmosphere grew incredibly awkward.
Kan Luotang quickly explained, "This horse has Great Demon blood in it, so it's quite a bit heavier than a normal horse."
'Quite a bit' was an understatement.
Even a horse of the same size would be thirty percent heavier, and this one was even larger.
It was already close to two thousand jin.
The people of the Northern Three Prefectures were already physically frail; how could they possibly lift it?
"Let me."
Zhao Ci smiled, bent slightly, and wrapped his arms around the horse's torso. With a soft grunt, he lifted it into his arms.
"Gasp..."
Everyone present gasped in unison.
