Under the blade, how could one not recognize who he is.
This time, what's happening is the grand feast on the grassland; there are many people and prying eyes. However, most who enter are well-known among us. The vast expanse of the grassland offers no obstructions to the eye and is extremely wide. Blending into the feast without a trace is definitely impossible.
Moreover, in order to obtain the key, the iron cavalry has been mobilized for patrol, and entry and exit are recorded by designated individuals.
At the very least, they can determine who that person is and have an explanation.
As his thoughts gradually cleared, Sang Pengze raised his hand to summon his subordinate. Moments later, iron cavalry and Sang Pengze's own private soldiers stood guard outside, weapons in hand, arrows on the string, creating an atmosphere of killing intent, not allowing anyone to leave.
