"Humph, these are extraordinary times. How can you prove that Her Highness the Princess is here in person?"
The guard on the city wall sneered.
"you……"
Yang Feiyun is so angry.
"Just wait for me!"
Yang Feiyun turned around and rode back.
"Why am I talking nonsense to these guys? Why don't we just blast this pass with one punch?"
The fat man said disapprovingly.
"Fat Master is Fat Master. It's simple and crude, but it seems to be the most effective."
Wang Zhan gave the fat man a thumbs up.
"Low-key!"
Holy Lord Mingyang on the side suddenly said.
"Yes, keep a low profile!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately woke up.
Their master is very low-key, and all masters are so low-key. As slaves, if they are too high-profile, wouldn't they make their master unhappy?
Chapter completed!