When Zhao Qian reached Hidden Dragon Palace, the palace guards had already caught up with him.
Taking advantage of their numbers, they quickly surrounded him like a wall, trapping Zhao Qian in the center.
In the face of so many menacing weapons, Zhao Qian was distressed.
He had never imagined that he would actually have to fend off the palace guards one day.
Would it be too late to take off his mask now?
At this moment, he heard an obnoxious voice.
"Ha, I've never seen such a fat assassin in my life. I'm curious, how did you sneak past the palace guards' inspection with such a fat body?"
If Zhao Qian's gaze could turn into arrows, Chu Yi would have already become a hornet's nest from being shot all over.
To prevent the situation from getting worse and disturbing his master, Zhao Qian had already placed his hand on his mask, ready to take it off and turn himself in.
