Yang Guo held Xiaolong's hand and followed the crowd towards Beiliang Prince's Mansion. The three words "Liangzhou City" made of black iron at the city gate are murderous, and the red lanterns on the street can be seen as far as the eye can see. Xu Xiao, King of Northern Liang, led eight hundred veterans to cross the northern border and massacre sixteen barbarian tribes in the southwest. Now every year on the second day of the second lunar month, a world banquet is held, and masters from all walks of life flock to it. Yang Guo thought he was just here to open his eyes, but the moment he stepped onto the threshold of the palace, he knew he couldn't leave.
